Suddenly my perspective has changed. I am standing on the street below.
The air is clean and fresh and I am squinting to observe a volcanic, molten meatball of a meteor suspended in the sky above.
In an instant there is a thunder clap and time has resumed its normal pace. The meteor throws itself over the horizon.
I am left to watch the contrails dissipate, being at once first and third person.
Human Torch, Flash and Meatball.
I awake with a start and grab my watch to see what time it is.
Whew. Same as always. Now.