Lifting off - aloft
A feeling so familiar yet so foreign - deja vu?
I didn't know I could fly until I could fly
The chase was on, and I was in my PJs
As I always seem to be
A last-second, last-ditch attempt to escape
A hound of hell fast on my heels, a maniacal homicidal hellhound
Nipping at my heels.
Escape and free fall - everything looks small.
The hellhound vanishes, and I embrace my newfound skill.
Swooping, whooping, and cartwheeling through the sky.
“Do you want a cheese sandwich?”
Food proffered by a Subway sandwich artist
“Nah, I’m good, thanks”
Can’t they see I’m flying?
The Subway sandwich artist turns into a bird
Flies away on a wing and a prayer
I pray for the bird, a bird of prey
Back in my bedroom, I land on my eiderdown.
Back down to earth
But wait, I haven’t finished flying.
Bring back the hound of hell.
Bring me a cheese sandwich
Mr. Subway – with jalapenos
I am hungry now.
About the Creator
Lisa Ikin
Freelance writer, amateur photographer, occasional performer of personal stories @Barefaced Stories. Lover of nature, music and art. I write content and copy for small businesses and teach part time in Perth, Western Australia
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