The boy.

There was a boy once who would lay in bed and watch light move across his walls and ceiling as cars passed by on the street outside. One night while doing this, his bed began to spin, turning left and right and upside down, but all the while the boy remained firmly tucked under his sheets. His heart beat faster and faster as his bed spun around and around.
And then his heart stopped and time began. The world around him turned to stars and space and his bed transported him through galaxies and dimensions, planets and worlds. And he lay there, smiling as he watched the universe take shape before his eyes. He took no breaths because he didn't need to. He could stare forever without blinking. Hours went by and he did not grow hungry or tired. And as he stared through creation and the heavens, alone but not lonely, calm but not sad, joyful but not happy, he realized that he was now truly alive. And he loved every endless minute of his life....

to be continued?