The sky, it seems to be fleeing me. No, at the same time, encompassing me. A feeling that must be what others would call "warm and fuzzy" washes over me. I don't know, it's new to me. The building's brittle concrete surface slides past my feet. This is the strangest feeling.... Am I hovering?

Everything is so beautiful to me now. Time is moving slowly, if not completely still, and I can't help but wonder if she still wears that flower in her hair. It smelled nice. I smile at the little bluebird wishing me well on my journey. He's always been so good to me. I notice Mrs. Walters forgot to water her flowers again. They, too, smile at me, although weakly. I smile back.

I always thought that pavement would feel harder. Rather, it feels quite soft. Everything feels.... soft.