That afternoon, one of the other boys, Charles, came up to my desk, his eyes were in tears. He claimed that he had lost his pencil. I found it silly that a grade five student would shed tears over a lost pencil and told him so. I offered Charles a new one, so he could quiet down, but he insisted that the particular pencil he had lost, was very special; he refused to stop the tears. I asked him to stay behind during the upcoming recess so I can find out from him why he was distraught and determined on finding this “special pencil” of his.
What seemed to be an enormous time in Charles' reality, with so many amazing experiences, seemed to last milliseconds in our reality because almost instantaneously, I found myself jumping back into the classroom. Now, the students had returned to the school and were sitting in their desks. Everything seemed to be suspended in space and time: The only ones able to move were me and Charles, everything else and everyone was frozen!
As if coming through from a "dizzy spell," I caught myself asking the class, “Oh, where was I, I just had a lapse of memory.” Jennifer, who sat in the front row, interjected by saying, “You were talking about, how sometimes the most trivial of things can have importance in one's life because of their meaning.” “Oh, yes.”, I continued: It was the weirdest feeling reliving the events of that day, until once again, I found myself waking up the next morning, having again visited the Elysium Fields, that night, where all was explained to me.
Oops, Charles, just put another dot on my blog: