I'm lost in the world...
I'm losing hold...
I'm going to fall up off the ground...
Taking deep breaths, Will slowly relaxed his grip on the steel tube bed frame. He kept his eyes squeezed so tightly shut that a faint humming droned in his ears from the blood pressure. Feet firmly planted on the ground, he visualized that his legs extended far below their soles, plunged deep into the core of the earth. It would be impossible for them to be moved by force. One last deep breath, held, stretching his ribs, he let his arms float up and pull his body along below them like the tether on a car lot balloon. As his eyes dropped open, his arms fell to his sides. He thought he could feel his legs retracting up into his feet like Stanley tape measures. His body swayed gently, noticing gravity for the first time.
He let out a sigh. The earth remained in place, his body resting upon it like a soap bubble.
Using his balled up fists to wipe away the sleep from his eyes, he lumbered towards the bathroom. Once upon a time, this had been his happy place, this apartment. For a few seconds, it had felt like a new beginning, a road not taken. Then he had turned on the lights. He dwelt on those few seconds of hope.
This is why I'm becoming disconnected...
Cray slaps him soundly on the ass, knocking him out of his dislocation reverie and back into the bathroom. "Are you going to float around all day or maybe you need to get your ass to work?" she says with a snort.
"You didn't have to do that," Will says with a hint of weeping in his voice.
"I know," she says, grinning, "but I like to watch you gulp for air like a fishy flopped out of its bowl. And you need to go to work today. Rent. I'm not running a homeless shelter here."
"Oh really? And does Stephanie pay rent too?" he asked, scrubbing his face with a cloth.
"Oh yes, she certainly does," Cray said with a wink. "Get to work or I'm going have to turn you out."
I'm losing hold...
I'm going to fall up off the ground...
Taking deep breaths, Will slowly relaxed his grip on the steel tube bed frame. He kept his eyes squeezed so tightly shut that a faint humming droned in his ears from the blood pressure. Feet firmly planted on the ground, he visualized that his legs extended far below their soles, plunged deep into the core of the earth. It would be impossible for them to be moved by force. One last deep breath, held, stretching his ribs, he let his arms float up and pull his body along below them like the tether on a car lot balloon. As his eyes dropped open, his arms fell to his sides. He thought he could feel his legs retracting up into his feet like Stanley tape measures. His body swayed gently, noticing gravity for the first time.
He let out a sigh. The earth remained in place, his body resting upon it like a soap bubble.
Using his balled up fists to wipe away the sleep from his eyes, he lumbered towards the bathroom. Once upon a time, this had been his happy place, this apartment. For a few seconds, it had felt like a new beginning, a road not taken. Then he had turned on the lights. He dwelt on those few seconds of hope.
This is why I'm becoming disconnected...
Cray slaps him soundly on the ass, knocking him out of his dislocation reverie and back into the bathroom. "Are you going to float around all day or maybe you need to get your ass to work?" she says with a snort.
"You didn't have to do that," Will says with a hint of weeping in his voice.
"I know," she says, grinning, "but I like to watch you gulp for air like a fishy flopped out of its bowl. And you need to go to work today. Rent. I'm not running a homeless shelter here."
"Oh really? And does Stephanie pay rent too?" he asked, scrubbing his face with a cloth.
"Oh yes, she certainly does," Cray said with a wink. "Get to work or I'm going have to turn you out."
