Sinking into the sofa, it was almost as if the walls around Jim had melted away. He could see stars and buildings around him, without even looking. He was both euphoric and peaceful, his thoughts were dancing, fleeting, racing yet elegantly moving on.
Deja vu filled his interpretation of the moment, he felt like he was living it simulataneously infinity times over.
Suddenly a non ego driven realisation filled him, he was born to have this experience, this is his experience and everyone else are extra's in his version.
A sausage man appears, telling Jim to do star jumps, immediately.