[ WP ] You 've lived a successful life . At the age of 66 you go to sleep and awaken at the age of 5 from a coma retaining all the knowledge you gained .

``... Oh honey, look! I think he's waking up!'' I heard a voice of man nearly screaming into my eardrums. Two warm, soft hands tightly grasped onto my fingers. I could feel the cold ring grazing past my finger tips. I wanted to shake off the hand, but for some reason, I could n't move an inch of my finger. Was it a paralysis? I wondered. I rolled my eyes as hard as I could and saw a man and a woman standing beside me. A woman, who was covered in tears, leaned onto me and kissed my forehead. I was shocked and surprised to wake up to a young woman kissing me, but then again the faces of the man and the woman seemed familiar to me. Then, I realized, they were my mother and father. The young versions of my parents. Was this afterlife? I pondered. I figured I died in my sleep, and reunited with my old family. What a blessed way to go. 
 
 `` Oh, Timmy... can you hear me?'' my young mother asked. I tried to nod to her but it felt like my neck was frozen solid. I blinked fast to signal her that I was listening. Doing even that hurt my eye like I was pulling a muscle on my face, but seeing her face lit up with joy made it worth it. Timmy. I have n't been called that way for five decades or so? I chuckled on how childish Timmy sounded. After so many years being called President Baker, Boss, Sir, Father, Grandpa... suddenly I was Timmy again. I tried to laugh, but there was some sort of plastic in my mouth that was chocking my throat. My father stood up immediately and said, `` I'll call doctors right away,'' and ran outside my vision. My mother simply watched me speechless with big smile on her big lips. 
 
 It felt strange. It felt too real. For an afterlife without corporeal forms, this all felt real. Including the massive pain jolting through my entire body. I heard the footsteps approaching toward me. I leaned on and listened. `` Yes, he woke up!'' said my father. `` It should n't be possible... let me check him up.'' said another voice. Not possible? Did that meant I did n't belong here with my father and mother? I did perhaps live a greedy life as a corporate executive manager, but to snatch me away from my parents before their own eyes -- that'd be too cruel punishment for them. What did they do to deserve such sorrow? 
 
 A man in a white gown and thick square-rimmed glasses walked into my vision. He lifted open my eyelids forcefully and flashed some sort of medical flashlight directly into my eyes. I squinted as hard as I could as the light was dazzling. The man gasped in shock and covered his mouth. He placed his hands onto my shoulders and made me sit up on the bed I was laid. 
 
 The man leaned on and whispered to my father: `` I do n't know what to say... It's a miracle.'' A miracle? I looked down onto my body and saw a body of young boy covered in bandages and casts. Oh. 
 
 In the course of next few days, I learned that I traveled back in time about sixty years ago, when I was merely five years old. Everything was back the way it used to be. I thought about my strange fate. What ever happened with my wife Sophia and my two sons? The company? Would IRS finally given up the audit in their timeline? In fact, would that future I lived in still exist? What if it was all a dream of comatose child, Timmy? Maybe I'm dreaming all of this too, I thought. Also, I realized that I was never involved in a car accident in the life I remembered. If I broke my bones and laid still for several months, I'd remember it even if it was on early point of my life. I thought about quantum science and all the pseudo science I ever heard of to produce a probable cause of this strange event, but I could n't make any sense out of it. Endless thoughts raced past my brain, as there was n't much else to do. 
 
 Then, after a week or so, hopeful thoughts filled me. If this life is real and should continue as it is, I was going to be richer than I was ever before. The transition from tapes to CDs. The internet. Google. Facebook. The business possibilities were endless for the man who lived future. What would be the financial crisis for the most would be the opportunity for me. I was elated when I imagined what sort of unimaginable riches I would rake in with my knowledge. I was going to be the prodigy of all sorts of things, and the prophet of future events. 
 
 After a year, I realized my body was broken beyond repair. I could n't even flinch. The best I could do was to blink uncontrollably. Even in the sixty years in the future, stem cell therapy had n't been carried on, so there was no chance in this past world I'd be given a cure. It was frustrating and despairing when I thought about that. I was going to be imprisoned inside this sickening, small, painful body for the rest of my life. The cast and the smell of bandages choked me and the silence of the intensive-care room drove me crazy. How good a life can be, even with an unlimited amount of wealth, if your body is in shambles? I wanted to scream but I could n't even do that. My mother and my father both went off to works to afford the hospital bills, so I was left alone for the most of times. Which was different from the timeline I knew because my mother was always a housewife, and nevermore than that. 
 
 `` Hello, Timmy. Do you want anything today?'' asked Nurse Williams. By that, she meant which channel of the television set she'd turn to so that she can leave me alone for the rest of the day. She lifted up her alphabet table and slid her finger across it. When her finger was on the letter I wanted to say, I'd blink as fast as I could. Usually, I spelled out names of various news stations. To plan out my future and see where and when I can begin my new life. But today, I spelled out something different. K.I.L.L.M.E. Nurse Williams nervously laughed and said, `` Let's try again, shall we, Timmy?'' I spelled out K.I.L.L. Pause. M.E. this time, just to be clearer. She scratched her head and turned on the TV to a cartoon channel and ran away from the room. Maybe tomorrow, she'll listen. I prayed I die young.
