Her breath reverberated around her skull like a bouncy ball flung in a prison cell. The earth was thirty feet below her. She wasn’t falling.
She was floating above it, peering down with amused curiosity. She flew forward, gliding high over blue, orange and purple buildings. Tiny fairies glistened and flitted throughout the formations. Larger monsters lurked within. Tragedies and comedies played to curtain and she glided over.
Only her salty tongue and gently rocking body foiled the illusion that she was God. Soon she’d grow cold and return to the boat. Until then, her world lived busily below her.
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