Time itself had changed, as if it were suspended—like the dust motes in the air. There was so much time and it was so slow I could take as long as I needed to sense each and every thing. And what is more, I felt companioned. Companioned by everything in that room: the sunlight, the sounds, the smells, the desk, the lamp, the papers and pens, the curtains, the chairs, every physical object. Everything had taken on a kind of intelligent awareness and caring and each and every thing in that room was gently companioning me in that single, suspended moment in time.
