She dangled there with no restraints, like a stone swirling and sinking to the bottom of a lake. “Is this illusion?” she thought; the ability to float in time and space without gravity or the pull of ones hand within her own, to safety or constraint.

She had dreamed of this moment since she was fourteen, this complete freedom of will and being she could never define. If only she could box it, constrain it for her own pleasure and use.

But it is not hers and it never has been and it never will be. It is a fading vision, a mere illusion caught for a brief moment in the gaps of consciousness.