cloud 9

Looking down, afraid to fall because I have it made up in my head that I know they won't catch me: they never do. I'll sink right through, as if it never really existed. It's science, I know it. But the excitement of "what if...?" is too much to bear. From here, they look so delicate. Safe and inviting.

I close my eyes, caught up in the moment, and I slip. Enjoying the thrill, but my heart is racing. Because I know they won't catch me: they never do.

My fall comes to a quick stop. But I'm taken back because it didn't end like the rest. I'm not splattered all over the pavement and left to clean up the mess. Instead, I feel comfort, fitting into a space that was made just for me. The cloud formed to my body like memory foam, and didn't let me sink through. 

I open my eyes in anxious confusion. I look up from his arms, and he smiles.

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