Weightless, drifting above the clouds. The sun, shining gently on my face. The world, far beneath me, away from the messiness of that space.

  Gentle breeze keeps me cold. The birds fly by going to places unknown.

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  The scent of grass permeates the air, the smell of salt invades the senses. The crashing of waves slowly gets louder, a large splash takes me away from my slumber.

  The sun still shines through the water. The clouds now unseen and blue has taken over. The waves get heavier as I go lower, my chest unmoving against the world. I would never have been here if I kept…

  Afloat.