Excuse me while I kiss the sky

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I was falling. Falling through time and
space and stars and sky and everything
in between. I fell for days and weeks
and what felt like lifetimes across
lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I was
falling.

When I landed, the world stretched out
for me like an endless bed—an ocean
made of the softest sheets and warmest
blankets and featheriest pillows. I slept
in a vacuum of dreams and memories. I
zoomed across cities and canyons and
photographs of family trips, birthdays,
scraped knees, Christmas mornings. Best
friends, ballet recitals, Rollerblades.
First dates. First kisses. First love.

Then, from somewhere buried deep in
my chest, I felt a dull, throbbing ache. A
strange sort of emptiness. An ache
where, Once Upon a Time, my heart had
been.

I opened my eyes

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