I'm standing at the roof of the school, looking out toward the sky.
All the clouds here are grey, as usual. The same mundane, and dull weather that always appears in this town.
Looking down, at the pavement below, I make my choice. As I jump off the roof, the wind blowing against my body as I fall to the ground.
Only to stop in the air, and float along with the wind, unable to understand what's happening, I float in an awed silence, becoming alike the wind, gentle, and flowing, moving blissfully through the air, only to come to my senses, once I notice that I'm far away from the school now.
I'm hovering over a grassy field, and I slowly start to ease downward to the ground, feeling my socks press against the ground, a cold sensation moving through my feet, and into my legs.
I smile softly, walking through the field, and laughing as I brush my hands against the grass, breaking into a small run, moving in any direction I want, taking in the natural beauty of the field, before I come across a clearing.
Curious, I slowly walk toward the feeling, my mouth agape in excitment for what I'll find. Only to see a long lost friend standing in the center of the clearing.
My eyes tear up, as I walk toward them.
Is this real?
Are they actually here?
Are my eyes deceiving me?
They look back to see me, the familiar smile I've missed, stuck on their face, as I move close to them, tears further escaping me, as they pull me into an embrace.
This field, is an escape.
There's hope to be had, once again.
Time to sleep. May your day/night be ever peaceful. If times are tough, know this random "poet" on the internet believes in you. Be well.