Boppy the dot

Once upon a time, there was a little dot called Boppy. He exists in time and moves in time the way we move in space. One day he was bored of sleeping in bed. Rubbing his furry and smooth body together, Boppy walked about the time room. His thoughts were somewhere in the 5th dimension, constantly wondering and straying in the possibility of impossibilities. His round, perfectly round body, made ripples in space as he traversed in circles, his body lost in time and his mind lost in thought, his eyes darting around at the changing fabric of space upon time. He looked at colours and movements, occasionally seeing even sounds vibrating, sometimes waver, or dancing their silent sonnets in perfect rhythm. He marked a water splash somewhere in the distance, the corner of the room, which turned into a turret, cold and metal. A flower petal. Finally a rain drop. Things change, he noted. Straying eyes and furry smooth walls. He was back to where he started. Keeping his eyes on the clock, he continued pacing. It was amusing to see the two hands move back and forth like a metronome, a partner to his steps. He moved forward, and the metronome raced quickly, slowing down, and reversing as he steps back. Now he was the metronome and the clock was just a mere follower. Gentle smile. Silent steps. And he stops moving. Boppy hops back into bed. His dreams are much more, much more colourful than what he sees, yet what he sees are just dreams of reality. When he wakes up, he will find a world of much more, much more than dreams and imagination. For his dream to end, he must first start it... and so he fell asleep and flew.