Up in the Air

I can fly. Holy shit, I can fly. I’m really up here, above the city, looking down what must be 20 or 30 stories to the streets below. No one can see me against the night sky, as I’m zooming between buildings and around corners, barely able to control where I’m going.

I stop on a rooftop and try to collect my thoughts. What happened just now? How did I end up in the air? I search myself inside and out for a memory that extends past the last 5 minutes. I can’t seem to recall what happened such a short time ago, and now that I think about it, I don’t even know what my own name is. My newly found sense of freedom has quickly turned into terror. What did I eat for breakfast? Did I even eat breakfast this morning? What’s going on?

I soar up, trying to see something, anything, that will remind me of… well, anything. As I climb, a force comes over me, and I’m drawn to the top of a building. I land, and a man greets me.

“Hello Michael. Let me shed some light on your new situation…”

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