Flight

A freeing feeling, a feeling that the world and its people don't matter anymore, but only you and that moment do. That is what I felt when my feet lifted off the ground. I had been crying for a long time now. Praying to the universe, to anyone listening for a glimpse of happiness and peace. I thought my prayers would never be answered because what I asked for seemed far from reach. 

Though this day felt different. I was hopeful. My mind in a way knew the universe would pay special attention to me. It didn't come as a surprise to me when my body lifted up. The excitement I felt as I ascended into the air and happily glided over the bright blue sea grew. I was alive and I was flying. I did not dare to think why that was the case, because I feared whatever spell was cast would slowly fade. Tears filled my eyes, a bubble of laughter escaped from my mouth. It took me awhile to realize that I was truly happy. I was free. Flying through the vast ocean. I had forgotten my worries. 

The thoughts of going wherever I wanted sounded like a dream. A dream... a dream... a... Dream. The world around me seemed to stop. The once blue sea turned grey. Thoughts of this only being a dream circled in my head. I was no longer crying from joy. Sobs now escaped my mouth, my body trembled from the fear of losing the small glimpse of happiness I had been given. Just like that, the beautiful spell broke. The feeling of my body falling, my being engulfed by the ocean. The cold waters were nothing compared to the feeling of sadness that sought to drown me as well. Once again, I was cold and alone and somehow, this feeling brought a strange layer comfort with it.

I woke up in a cold sweat, with the rain pouring harder than when I went to sleep. The clock on my nightstand read 3:30am. My chest had a sense of longing, as if I had lost something. I tried to remember the dream I just had. Glimpses of the oceans were all that seemed to come up. I was not able to fully go back to sleep that night.