Just Another Tuesday

With one last exhale, he steps from his doorstep and into the inky black darkness outside,

His body begins to rise gently in the warm black scentless air, slowly drifting up into space.

He always felt that his front door led to the end of the world, and he was correct.

Crossing his feet together, then arms across his chest, he closes his eyes and lets the drift take him,

Within moments he’s in the atmosphere, still, no longer rising, there above the earth he hovers,

Invisible currents gently tug at him as his body floats in orbit above a bright glowing world below,

There is a serene internal warmth, a comfort, no more pain, stress, or sadness, a feeling of relief.

The glowing warmth of the sun reflecting from the earth below him doesn’t last however,

He feels himself violently tugged into the darkness behind the earth, cold and anxiety fill his system.

Now in complete darkness, he begins to fall back into the dark world below him.

There’s no heat as he re-enters the atmosphere, but he begins to freeze, blinded by ice and darkness,

Rocketing downward like a human missile aimed at his own rooftop, at impact he opens his eyes. He finds himself standing inside his home, hand on the front doorknob as he prepares to leave