Small World

The most unbelievable thing happened to me this morning. I tried to get out of bed, but my feet never touched the ground. It was impossible, yet happening. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop hovering above the carpet. If I tried to jump, I would only be propelled higher.

So I did the only thing anyone would do and continued to fly higher. I left the house and soared above the city, watching the trains and cars, so tiny as though they were children’s toys.

Birds passed me without a second glance. I was one of them, but I had no wings. After following a flock for a while, I ended up on the roof of a skyscraper, and I’ve been levitating here ever since just marvelling at the small world below me. I know I need to find a way down, but I don’t really want to leave just yet.