Short Stories Galore

Energy (Spiritual)

She stood on the edge. The sun was casting a deep orange behind the clouds and throwing flashes of light across her face. Soft, green grass pressed between her toes and she breathed deeply, filling her lungs with pure, clean air. She was so high up that she knew she would be able to touch the sky if she stretched far enough. It was gorgeous up here. She felt peaceful, serene. It was as if the universe was flowing inside of her. She was a part of it and it a part of her.

Life was so insignificant. She was tiny. She was nothing. The world took no notice of her as it continued to turn. She felt trapped inside of her human shell. She would never be able to experience the universe like the universe experienced her. She wanted to be energy, to be consciousness so that she could travel where she pleased and see things mankind never could. She was so aware of her soul in that moment that she could practically feel it humming inside of her body, agitated and eager to escape. Eager to return to where it was born.

The universe.

It was her time.

And she wouldn’t be dying. Not really.

She’d be going home.