So, for a while, the idea of me writing a book has been tossed around.
Here is a crude sample of chapter one- please BE BRUTAL! I want to know what you think...is it worth it?
Do you ever get Deja Vu? You know, the feeling that you've done something before and you are just repeating this action?
Last night I had a dream. In this dream, I could fly. Just by pushing off from the ground, I could gain enough height to clear tree tops.
There were no other people in my dream. It was only me, and everything else in my town. The streets, houses, schools; everything was normal except for the absence of people.
If I leaned forward and jumped, I could shoot forward far distances. I zipped around town with my arms spread out to my sides like Peter Pan- a movie I watched on VHS when I was child until it no longer played.
Still, I remained in my hometown, alone. It didn't matter what direction I set off it, I would inevitably stay stuck in the city.
It was eerily quiet, no cars, no dogs, no kids at the playground.
I had considered flying up, but the power lines loomed over me as though waiting to snatch me out of the sky should I attempt it.
I finally sat on the ground, frustrated with this ability that I had, but lacked the ambition and courage to put it in action.
I was stuck.
Grounded by the weight of what if- what if I hit a power line? What if I jumped too high and couldn't come back down? What if I couldn't breathe when I got too high?
And there I sat until another thought struck me- what if I don't try, and I stay here forever, alone?
With that, I stood and braced myself.
I shot off the ground like lightening, trees zipping past me, up through the power lines which seemed to cower at my sudden determination.
I was exhilarated. I was powerful.
Higher and higher, the houses became specks in the distance, the clouds caressed my face, tears ran down my cheeks and fell to the Earth below, the last bit of me that would be left behind in the world.
Higher and higher until the sky slowly darkened, and I felt lighter.
Then suddenly, I was viewing the Earth from above, circling slowly like another moon.
And the exhilaration I felt became overshadowed by the knowledge that I was the only entity in the entire universe, and that no matter how far I flew, this would remain true.
That's when I started to fall.
Past the clouds, toward the hard unforgiving ground, the power lines reaching toward me greedily, waiting to snatch me out of the sky.
I tried to scream, but no sound escaped my lips, my flying ability suddenly non-existent.
Just as I was certain to hit the ground, I awoke in my bed next to my husband.
I laid there silently, blinking, willing the world to take shape in front of my eyes.
My husband sighed, rolled over and threw his arm around me, pulling me to him.
I was alive. It was only a dream.
And then a small noise- the type of noise only a small baby can make. A sort of mewling, like a tiny kitten rooting around for it's mother.
And that tiny noise brought the world crashing down.