Jenna felt weightless and became increasingly unaware of her body and its processes to sustain her life. She was more like the swirling heat of her coffee — dancing towards the ceiling.
When she hit the cool, flat surface up above her body, Jenna’s consciousness had once again wandered outside. She was unafraid of it now and welcomed the moment. The escape was liberating.
She gazed at her still form below and wondered, “What if I just slipped away?” The thought was enticing. Yet, she felt her body tug at her to return. Jenna resisted and began to drift far away.
Copyright © 2007 Nikolle Doolin
This story first appeared in Flashshot in 2008.
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