Flying and Falling

I love it when it happens, the flying dream. I leap into the air and soar above the earth. My problems, my worries, and every doubt is melted away by the radiant sun as the clear blue sky embraces me. For a moment, I know the sweet taste of undiluted bliss.

Then it his me, I don't know how to fly. I have no wings. Humans can't fly.

So I fall, not a graceful dive, but a tumbling flail of limbs. Head over heels, I plunge. The ground races up and reality slams into me.

I wake with a start, heart hammering, and a helpless longing in my soul. That moment of bliss has faded and I don't know when or if it will ever return.