Her dreams were full of attempts to fly, her feet lifting off the ground, teasing her with temporary flight before she landed heavily back on the earth.
She would wake with cramped toes and a lingering feeling of absence, a need unrealised.
She considered skydiving but remembered she was afraid of heights. Maybe one day she would attempt it, safely attached to an instructor who would take over her limbs like a puppetmaster.
She went to the local park, sat on the swing and pushed off. Her stomach swooped with each drop, her hair following a fraction later.
Weightlessness.
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