#Chapter156
Space. Numb.
Am I floating?
The question probes my mind but here comes the most difficult part, waking up. Have you ever just lay down battling with your mind, to think, calculate, meditate or even chant a mantra willing your body to just get the hell out of the bed? Or is it just me that finds this morning routine hard to achieve?
My brows furrow sinking deeper into the soft pillow as the silky sheets caress my body, a moan escape switching to opposite angle fighting to wake up from the dreamless sleep hearing a distant bell go off. Seriously, I feel afloat; abruptly a brusque line of images flood my thought causing my face which morphs into a scrunch shaking my head in expectation that it will disappear. Yet the image of me flying high in the air inside a car perturbs harder as the fear gripped me into a dreaded panic watching as I fall fifty feet down with two persons as my last thought; the safety of my baby and Alexei.
