As I was rudely yanked up out of trance for the fifth time in the last thirty minutes, I was ready. 

I had a plan this time. 

My hand was still raised, index finger pointing at me, completely outside of my control. I knew that no matter how hard I struggled against your suggestions, I would not be able to move my hand even a millimetre toward my forehead to drop myself back into trance without your explicit permission to do so.

That was fine. 

I just had to be faster than you.

Even as I was still blinking my eyes back to awareness, I was already on the move.

After all, you hadn’t given me a suggestion that I couldn’t tap my finger with my forehead. Only that my hand wouldn’t move to tap my forehead until it had permission. 

Even as I moved my forehead to my finger, made contact, and plummeted back down, you chuckled.

“You little cheater. You played your hand far too early, though.”

You snapped your fingers.

“Back up, up, up, and freeze for me.”