I’m not sure what day it was. Maybe it was a Sunday? Or that might have been when the first person noticed, I’m not one hundred percent. I think it was when the sun didn't move and everyone became hysterical. After a few days, or whatever we could consider as “days” passed by, the sun was still in that same place. Scientists were baffled, and so was everyone else. At first, I think most of the population had a mixed reaction. Some religious nut jobs thought it was an act of god, and in some way, a type of heaven. Bullshit. I don’t think anyone is rejoicing now, but they did. It was short lived, and when we lost count of how long time had stopped, that’s when we all felt the fear. It was strange, because everything would function as normal, and life still continued. Certain things wouldn’t work, like electronics wouldn't turn on, and some machines wouldn't function. That’s the thing though, we didn't need them. We didn't need sleep, we didn't need food, we didn't need water, we didn't need anything. Hell, we couldn't even fall asleep. Nothing would happen. Our world was different near the beginning. But now . . . things have changed. A lot of people committed suicide early on, and I can’t imagine how they must feel. The thing is, it didn’t matter how you killed yourself, you still lived. When doctors examined victims with self-inflicted wounds, they were in some kind of comatose state. They weren’t unconscious though, they could still hear and see, if their eyes were open, but they couldn’t move or in some cases talk. My poor bastard of a friend threw himself from his rooftop. I’m not sure how gravity still works, but it does. And when his head cracked on the pavement, he just lay there with no wound to speak of, just a red patch over his skin. He fell from such a height that his head should have squashed like a watermelon. Doctors said he was alive though. I visited him from time to time before. I don't know the last time I saw him. It’s been so long. I don’t know where his parents are or if they visited him either. This world is all so fucked now. We’re all stuck here, on this floating, suspended rock. I think on how sweet it would have been, if all that time ago before this incident happened . . . If I had just swallowed down those fucking pills. It was weeks before the incident, but it feels like a nanosecond compared to how long we’ve been stuck in limbo. If only I had done it, I wouldn’t be stuck in this mess. None of us can leave now, and no one can enter either. No women can get pregnant, no matter how many times they have sex. Any woman that was pregnant is now stuck like that for the foreseeable future. I want out of this so bad, but the finish is nowhere in sight. I’m hoping that one day, time suddenly returns, and we can all sit down and watch that beautiful sunset or sunrise for all the people on the other part of the world. I should have travelled more. If only I could see the moon again. I don’t know if some cosmic clock caught up, but now we can’t move. Or at least, I can’t move. It stopped completely not that long ago. I'm looking out of my window at my front lawn. My neighbour has been stuck for what feels like years, looking at the sky. Exactly five birds are suspended in that blue.
I’ll remember this day. It’s a Sunday and time has now stopped for good.