Soar high!
Feet bristling through the carpet in a half hazy world, I make my way to our armchair and seat facing the window.
I could feel the cold leather as steel on my skin, awaking my senses but not so much. I draw the blinds, as far as it would go, and I would look out, as far as my eyes can see. And I see clouds, clarity, blue skies. Eyes half open, I close them again and feel the earth around me.