Leaving to find my soul...

He closed his eyes and jumped. For a moment he felt himself hang suspended, free of everything. Then gravity took over, and he plunged toward the floor. Instinctively he pulled his arms and legs in, keeping his eyes squeezed shut. The cord pulled taut and he rebounded, flying back up before falling again. As his velocity slowed, he opened his eyes and found himself dangling at the end of the cord, about five feet above the ground. He was grinning.

She reaches out and grabs my hand to steady me. Her skin is warm and soft, and holding her hand sends an electric sensation up my right arm. She holds my hand firmly until I regain my balance, which takes me a heartbeat longer than it should have. I realised in that moment that we were victims of concussion. When it was all over I felt like a man who had been thrown from a cliff, whirled in a centrifuge, and spat out over a waterfall that fell into emptiness and never quite touched bottom. Never, never quite, no not quite, touched bottom, and I fell so fast I didn't touch the sides either. Never quite touched anything.