And like all nights these days this began with a cup of coffee on the roof and the familiar yearning of something different. Anything. Just different.
She sank to the ground like a heap of clothes and placed the cup on the ground with her hands wrapped around it like it was the last thing she could hold on to and her head drooped low between her knees as she rocked back and forth.
She could hear her heartbeat as it counted the seconds and time....time seemed to lose meaning. Her hair tickled her face as a breeze fluttered around her in circles.
She imagined the breeze lifting her slowly up into the air. Would flying feel like floating; and will she feel lighter high up there where stars would be closer and the sky will shine a little brighter? Will her troubles weigh her down dragging her across the ground over thorns and stones. Will her problems still matter or will they disappear with gravity...
Her throat tightened. It felt as if someone was strangling her from inside her body. She wanted to scream. The air squeezed out of her lungs twisting and turning her organs and she suddenly sat up straight to gasp. The air didn't come. She choked on her saliva and tears streamed down her face. Her fingers wrapped around her neck as her eyes turned red. It seemed like an eternity. Maybe it was. She abruptly stopped shivering drawing in a quick desperate breath.
Everything was normal again.
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Short StoryA compilation of snapshots. Any feedback, healthy criticism and suggestion is appreciated :) Also a huge shout-out to @Thazbook who was my motivation to do this. Toodles.
