excursive sway

 

I slid off the couch and across the floor, my pyjama pants snagging and creeping up my legs as I dragged along. Gracelessly, I creeped up the side of the wall and legs first, poured out the open window. With a loud ‘pop’ my body squeezed through the narrow opening and I floated carelessly up into the night sky, arms splayed.

 

Where was I going? I barely knew, my eyes were closed and I really felt it didn’t matter anyway – the weightlessness was delicious. If my cosmic umbilical cord wasn’t intrinsically woven to the man-partner and upcoming baby, ethereally I believe I would have snipped the line and dissipated with a smile.

 

 

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