STORY 2: SORROW FLYING
Sorrow is flying.
Over hilltops over a valley filled with jumbled computer parts broken
laptops looking for all the world like flapping pizza boxes blown in the
wind with grey and green mixing to a stew washed out colour as she whizzes
past breakneck speeding through the atmosphere...
Sorrow is flying away from her physical body.
She is actually lying in a bath of yellowish - green water which fills the
tub to the brim. Her stomach reaches for the bottom's smooth marble surface
but doesn't quite touch it.
Her chin rests comfortably on the bath lip edge, her skin glowing pink as
her energy spirals into the air above her.
Awareness heightens as she slips and shifts into otherness, an area she
rarely goes - rarely permits herself to.
Spreading like a stealth bomber, her awareness shifts from behind her
eyes, blossoming to a full body consciousness as she plummets and whirls
through motes of air feelings blinding her as she starts back to her time
and place of now...
She is at peace.
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