Flying Away

“John I think I must go home now” I said. John didn’t hear me, he was playing this silly game with monsters. “John I must go home now” I said even louder, and rubbed his headphones off. “Okay” he said without even looking at me. I looked out the window. It was stormy outside; it was like, I could se the storms appear in the sky. My feet were outside the house. I didn’t have any shoes on. I didn’t want to have shoes on. I hated shoes. Actually I hated everything about this silly world. I hated the feeling that I couldn’t get away from anything. All things just flew beside me. Things just literally flew around outside. Carpets, cans, paper and weird stuff just flew around. I should think it was weird, but I didn’t. I didn’t. I had no shoes on, and no jacket on either. Nobody was outside. Just me. Just me, alone, outside in the storm. Suddenly I just began to run, without even notice. I ran fast, faster than I never had run before. I wasn’t thinking anymore. Just running, running away from all the things in my mind. Running away from my life. I ran and ran, faster and faster. I couldn’t even feel my legs anymore. My body lifted slightly of the ground. And down again. Then in just one movement my body was over the ground. I didn’t even notice until a few seconds later. It was like I was flying. Then I noticed, it wasn’t like. I was flying. I was truly flying. Up above the houses. Away from all the people. Away from everything good, and everything bad. It was me, myself and I. All alone I could feel the lovely cold wind on my pale skin. My goose bumps were rising. I was freezing, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered up in the air. I didn’t want to think of anything, because nothing was worth it. I felt like every thought was a waste of time, and my time was precious. Maybe I’m dreaming? I can’t possibly be dreaming, when everything suddenly feels more real than ever. I never wanted to get back down again, even though I knew I had to. I was to scared of going back down. What if I could never get up again? I had to do something special, just to make sure that I used my time good. That was when I got the idea. I knew exactly where I was heading. When I was younger my dad used to take my to a hill. On the top of the hill, there was a apple tree. We only went there on special days, when something sad or fantastic had happened. My favourite place in the world. The only place where I had ever felt happy, truly happy. I hadn’t been there since my dad passed away four years ago. I only knew how much I loved him, when I let him go. We used to walk up the hill right before sunset, and then sit under the tree until the stars came out. One time we lay there for almost the entire night. I remember how angry my mom was when we finally got back home. She wasn’t angry for a long time. She love dad very much, and I know she still does. I have often thought about going back to the apple tree on the hill, but it has never been the right time. It wouldn’t be the same without my dad. I was flying fast, my arms were spread out to one side each. The wind had never felt as good as now. I could see the small hill from a far away distance. There were no houses close to it, no streetlights and nothing that could possibly ruin it. I was only a few seconds away from landing on my feet. It was scary; the thought of maybe never getting up again, but this was the right place to stop the journey. The grass was dry, but I couldn’t feel the texture because of my socks. I sat down on the grass, leaning up against the tree log. I finally felt safe. My view was a long and large field. I lay down to see the stars. There were no clouds, and it was a starlit night. Whenever I looked at the stars I always felt safe. I felt happy, but most of all I felt free. I dug in my pocket for my cigarette package. I didn’t always smoke, but I loved to. My friend and me started smoking once when we were thirteen. We didn’t plan on going on with it, but we both got a bit hooked. I was freezing, but it was all right. The cigarette gave me heat. It calmed me down. The weather was better now. I liked the way the smoke from my cigarette went up in the sky and danced with the stars. When I was done I gapped another one and started thinking. “Dad? Can you hear me?...” No answer. Of course there was no answer. “I don’t know if you can hear me, but I hope you do. I have really missed you the past four years. I miss your cooking, cause mom always makes pasta, and I’m pretty tired of it. I also miss the nights when you used to read me stories; even though that’s a long time ago now I still remember the stories. I miss your hugs, your smile, the ways you always made everyone laugh and I miss your love. I feel very alone without you. I know you’re in my heart, and you will always stay there. I’m sorry about talking so much, but I just don’t know what to do with myself. Say hi to grandpa from me. I love you dad.” I was feeling very sleepy after all the flying and thinking. It had been a long day, but also a good one. I went over to the tree log, and lay down closely beside it. My body was warm, so was my heart. I loved to fly. This was my last thought. Then I went to sleep.