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