The Wind

She stayed awhile longer in bed, feeling the soft tenderness of the clean sheets. Drifting in and out of consciousness was pleasant and everything seemed bright, warm, and comforting.

Eventually the desire to start the day outgrew the white plushness and she got up.

She set up her favourite tune, somewhat up-beat, somewhat smooth and slipped into the shower. The water was warm and the steam itself seemed to emanate a pleasant vanilla aroma.

 Breakfast was already waiting in her room and she gladly started to eat, even though she thought it was unnecessary.

“I’d like to cook something” she said out loud, even though no one was in the room.

As she was eating, she was imagining herself cooking. She hasn’t cooked in years, but at that moment she felt like it would be the perfect manifestation of her desires: to feel the smell of the spices fill the air, the texture of the food as you mix it all together, and the sizzling heat. She wasn’t even sure what she would cook, but she knew it would have to be pen fried and something that she can mesh with her hands. This way, all her senses would be involved.

After breakfast, she would usually have a hot tea and read, but today sitting still was impossible. She got dressed in her usual white pants and loose shirt and despite wearing the same outfit for over a month, today it was perfect, she felt she could fly in these and they would capture the wind.

“ok,” she said to no one in particular “I’m ready!”

The doors opened and a pleasant, warm gentleman was ready to escort her. He walked closely behind as she danced her way through the hallway, she made several attempts to make his dance with her, but her just smiled politely and signaled her to continue moving. Finally, they reached the end of the hallway and a door to a large room opened up.

The roof was in a shape of a dome that allowed the sky to peek inside and the day was as bright as her mood. The room itself was filled with plants and a small pond. She eagerly looked at her escort as he was receiving instructions into his ear. Then, finally, he looked at her, smiled and nodded.

The wind hit her face so strongly her eyes watered and within half a minute she was flying right under the domed roof. The air was warmed here and the Sun was pleasantly falling onto her skin. She turned down and then up , left and right, a circle and a stopped in the middle: hanging in the air, sinking in all the sensations.

Goosebumps went all over her body as she slowly stepped down to the ground. The strength she had drained from her, but everything seemed so perfect she wanted to fall asleep, so this moment will live forever in her consciousness and not be ruined by the next one.