Behind closed eyes, I’m floating against a velvet sky, lungs filled with night air. On some level, I know I'm still in the middle of a fire-warmed chamber, yet my wings pantomime flight on a cool breeze. I'm dancing with her in the heavens, no longer imprisoned by gravity. Fluttering our wings in unison, we twist and whirl a weightless waltz among stars that coil and uncoil in feathery sparks high above in a warped and wonderful landscapes. Each time we spin, then return to each other's arms, I laugh, because at last I'm me.
