Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. 

The rise and fall of his chest. 

The even breaths that he takes. 

The peaceful face that he shows. 

Proves that he is enjoying his nap. 

But the world needs to continue and he must face his responsibilities. 

He needs to keep going. 

So he wakes. 

With a bit of difficulty, but he wakes. 

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he takes in his surroundings. 

The stillness, the quiet, the peace. 

He smiles to himself as he watches his friend Sehun seated in front of him with his face buried in his textbook. 

Sehun sits unmoving. 

Tao playfully giggles. 

"Time to work." He admits. 

And with a sigh and a slight twitch of his fingers, the world is in motion again. 

He watches as Sehun diligently begins to continue writing his notes as if nothing ever happened.

As if time had never stopped. 

And Tao just smiles. 

Huang Zitao can escape this reality some other time. 

Afterall, he is gifted with the ability of time control.