A fine dime a day

At a flip of a dime it can feel as if time really had gone away. With said line is a feeling that you can't really make it through the day. Well I have thing for such a case, it's a bit like swordplay. Redracting yourself from the right time so you can maybe have a form of a chance. Making sure that no one else can come and quickly tap you on your chin. Cause that moment may be all you get- and something that you don't want to be letting go of. Because if it goes away someone may have to carry it back with a hefty shove. That left over piece seeming to crumble onto them, remiants of that direct sum of you for everyone. A soft smile on their face as they try to erase it, as if it never happened to begin with. A mutrual agreement to never come to talk about this so called myth. "It's fine" you say as they're walking away before you remember you fight that can't be downplayed. You thrust foward back into the light, it forcing you to the floor with the presicion of a master blade- Time stops, everything flips again before the last seen force goes away. Rising to your feet you dust yourself, taking a moment to look out to say. "I'm fine, for today."