hovering there like you're suspended, divorced from time. bubbles leaking out of your nose, water leaking in. the temperature of the water surrounding you is such that it's only just liminal. as if, were it just a half a degree warmer or cooler, you wouldn't be able to feel it at all. decelerating toward the glass wall, it's just as likely that time itself is grinding to a halt and that that this moment will stretch out forever into infinity.