Motionless, he sat inside himself as if in a planetarium. Neither a twitch nor a flicker, a pulse nor a discernible breath....His heart slowed until it seemed to have frozen in its burrow. His lungs were immobile as sponges. The wheel rolled to a stop, and bubbles of oxygen slid off of it to skitter upon the surface of his stagnant blood like waterbugs attending to some dizzy business...He was becoming unstuck, he was sure of that // Jitterbug Perfume @twopennykarma(Anna)