[ WP ] You are eating at a fancy restaurant when you suddenly begin to rise into the air . Now , you 're floating and have no idea how to control this .

The fans are stronger when you're drifting three inches from the ceiling. 
 
 I know certainly that I've vaporized somehow. Though I do not remember being more concrete than here, in this awareness 
 
 The air sifts through me. I am giddy, but not sure why. I am less weighty than a pristine sheet of tissue paper, but not sure how I know this. 
 
 There are people below me. People. What a concept when I am so light. 
 
 I can not hear, but am certain that there is a three inch chunk of fine Kobe beef punched in the back of that woman's throat. 
 
 She can not make noises but there is a man maybe pressing into her soft stomach and calling 
 
 She is wearing something in pastel. There are varying bruises on her arms, small round splotches like blue candy. 
 
 He is calling her, worrying 
 
 I am halfway in the woodworked ceiling. I do not need to see things, I know them 
 
 When I know her face is the color of bruises I blush. It's as though momentarily 
 
 I can feel. An electricity saturates this floaty indefinite essence 
 
 Quickens me, excites me to move like wind 
 
 I am rising to the moon 
 
 In the stars I still hear him calling. So faint. I am happy I can move 
 
 I dissipate, released, 
 
 there is nothing anymore 
 
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 Told myself to write something so I did. Happy to just have made anything at all tonight.
