How strange I felt this morning.
I almost couldn’t describe it.
I feel lightheaded, but hyper aware.
I saw my room through a fish eye lens, with the edges of my vision curved towards me.
My hands reached out in front of me, they seemed normal.
As I sat up, I felt something on my back… it didn’t seem foreign, but it certainly wasn’t normal.
I peered over my shoulder, and there lightly attached to my upper back was a pair of wings folded neatly under my shoulder blades.
I had wings.
The feeling of flying is something spectacular, we’re all familiar with it in one sense or another.
In our dreams we swoop and twist and somersault through the air… the sky is such a liberating place.
I feel as though my fascination will never end.