Flying.

Soaring through the air with the moist wind sheathing every inch of her dermis.

Free falling pass noctilucent clouds without a parachute to hold her back.

She was weightless with a mind so clear crystal would get jealous.

Only the steady, pounding beat of her heart drummed in her ears as she counting a flock of raven’s playing ‘Simon Says’.

Stars shimmered in an array of brilliant, neon colors not to be out done by the cotton-candy pink sky.

Her sleep would fade

and her dream would just be a forgotten occurance

But her soul would remember how good it felt

To be weightless