Free Floating
I’m floating through the air experiencing more freedom than I ever thought possible. The air rushes through my hair as I push myself higher and higher. I close my eyes, taking in every possible sensation. I never want to forget these feelings.
I look down. There are people down there, so small, like sand. I think they are waving at me. how nice is that?
Time slows; it’s meaningless to me. This freedom is all I am. Nothing else matters at all. I have no worries. I have no fears. Only the unbounded joy of the sky. This moment may never end, nor do I want it to.
A bird flies by, and I’m tempted to race it. I lean forward and begin to move. The bird is startled and cuts in a different direction. The chase is on!
And then my jet pack runs out of fuel.