It was a stormy morning, the rain fell like bullets in the murky air.

Drops of water were

constantly streaming down the window. Mrs. Mitty was rambling about her sister, Susan.

Walter’s wife tended to complain about all the issues in her life to her husband. Every-time they

stepped foot in the car together, she would turn Walter into a completely uneducated therapist.

Mrs. Mitty expected the constant feedback that he didn’t have the ability to offer her. Walter was

a soft spoken man, he rarely spoke what was on his mind, as he would rather keep to himself.

This made it difficult for his wife, especially when he would enter his own world the minute she

opened her mouth.

As Mrs. Mitty began complaining about her sister Susan, Walter noticed the drops of

water that slid down the outside of the windows. He completely isolated himself into his own,

native world. His mind blocked out the provoking voice of his wife, and all he could hear was

the rain clasping down on the car. Walter held a consistent stare at the raindrops on the windows.

He was fascinated by the way they would race down the glass, eventually conjoining into one.

The eye-catching sight in front of him gave him a flashback to 9th grade science class. He

remembered learning about the Law of Momentum. He was taught that A+B=AB, meaning that

two objects colliding would eventually turn into one. As he was looking out the window, he

realized that the raindrops were both traveling down the glass with momentum, eventually


 colliding, turning into one droplet. It was a mystery that Walter remembered anything from

physical science, considering the fact that he spent each day in class daydreaming about

everything that came to his head. Walter was broken out of his daydream by a loud crack of

thunder.

Mr. Mitty and Mrs. Mitty were off work for the week, to enjoy a lovely getaway for

spring break. They traveled to Jamaica by plane, and stayed in a luxurious hotel. Mrs. Mitty

wasn’t complaining at all on the trip, considering she was far away from all her problems,

especially her sister. She wanted to enjoy the weekend, spending time with her husband. They

spent everyday on the beach, and the air smelt like a crisp, flowery breeze. Every afternoon they

enjoyed sitting in the sun, enjoying margaritas. Although Walter was having an amazing, relaxing

vacation, he still couldn’t get his mind off of the little things.

As Walter was sitting in his chair, bathing out in the sun, he watched his feet sink into the

sand as he moved them around. His mind instantly brought him into being trapped in quicksand.

He imagined as if he was in the middle of a jungle, surrounded by plants and dangerous wildlife.

He was enjoying a safari all by himself. Walter was looking up at the sky, picking out each cloud

that looked like an object, as he was walking on a path. But out of nowhere, he felt a sticky

substance rising up his ankles as he began to look down. Walter had found himself in the middle


 of a pond full of quicksand. He was sinking and sinking, as it rose up to his waist, slowly

reaching his chest. He was screaming as loud as he could for help. Walter was hit by a beach ball

from a couple of kids playing and running around. He was instantly brought out of his own,

private world.