I don’t know why and I don’t know how. All I know is that right now, I am flying. I feel the wind sweep through my hair and the sun on my skin. The excitement and magnitude of my current situation leave me numb and more ecstatic than I thought possible.

Gracefully, I loop through the air, dropping away all of my burdens. I soar through a mountain pass and swoop down over top of a crystalline lake, skimming the water with my fingers. Flying above forests, plains and rivers, I race across the landscape. I chase birds and buffalo and do as I please.

Finally, after hours that felt like seconds, I am zooming above the calm blue-green depths of the ocean and ahead I see an island with a hut. The first sign of humanity yet.

The hut is empty. Just a dirt floor. I step outside and jump for the sky. I make it a few meters but simply flutter to the ground. I jump and I jump all to no avail. Despair plagues me as I realize my flight is over. Dejected, I sit in the empty hut; lost, alone and waiting for nothing.