I rose up from the sofa and tipped over slightly. My feet came off the floor and I was thrilled at the feeling. I straightened up a little and realized I could control the movement upwards if I wanted to. I inched out over the sofa and headed above the dining room table. I was flying!!
I took a turn around the kitchen, feeling the freedom of flight. I thought about going outside but the living room had expanded into infinite space so I was happy to just go in circles I had a sheet draped over me that seemed to trail along as if I was in a Chagall painting. I drifted, dipping slightly towards those sleeping in other parts of the house and eventually settling back on the sofa where I went to sleep immediately and woke up soooo happy.
I'm ok. In fact I am fine. I feel the release from the election. Im planning a trip to Texas. The world has turned upside down and I am fascinated. I told everyone that I was flying around the living room last night. It felt good to laugh.