I often feel weightless, like a mysterious being is lifting me high into the air, holding me underneath my arms, letting my legs skim across the clouds, my hair pulled back by the cold wind.
So alone right now. It’s like I can see the whole of the world, and no one is here. Like 28 days later when he leaves the hospital and everyone has gone.
Josh walked the creaky steps, carefully balancing the wooden tray topped with teapot and cup. He found himself a comfy seat in the form of a cushy leather sofa, framed by oriental cushions.