Drifting, floating. Oh my, this is fun. I float for a while. I land gently in a field of grass; alone.
I reach down trough grass and dirt, searching for water. There, I found some, AHH. The sun warms me through and through.
The grass begins to block the warmth. I must stretch to reach find any. So, I stretch. Water and sun drive me day by day. I extend my legs and toes to find water; my arms and fingers to gather more of the suns warmth.
“What a wonderful day this will be.’ George said aloud to no one. He lived alone. He had no pets. He often talked to no one. He rolled out of bed, freshened up in the bathroom, got dressed and left his studio apartment on the upper east side of town.
Normally he would hail a taxi to get to work but today he decided to walk. It was only twenty or so blocks and he needed the exercise. The sun was bright and warm even though it was only April. The wind was light, adding just the right amount of coolness. The streets were almost empty. Looking at his watch, he found he was running very early. He would have time to stop for a bite to eat on the way.