Flight

Nimbus clouds above are taking over, as dusk begins to creep in. And my room, devoured in darkness, with my laptop lone as source of light. The clock struck 5 and I’m still all alone. Then the wind starts to blow harder by the minute. The door opens. I know I’m not alone. Minutes passed, as the dark begins to drown me into deep depression. The world around me disappearing, enclosing me in deep hatred, and extreme sadness. Then I felt a hand grabbed my shoulder. I looked up to see Jesus. I froze. To see the Man people worship, stood just by my door. Startled, I jumped back. He was gone. I look around my room and am surprised to see it’s different. Everything is. I was standing with nothing but space. Like I have gone blind, but I can still see my arms. An illuminating wisp floats right in front me, like smoke with its own life, swirling, glowing, with glitters in flight, but no track of wind. It lead me towards it. I tried to touch it, but I can’t. It floats around my head. Then I saw another one, and another. Their subtle sounds like escaping breaths that lasts only a millisecond. Finally, they surrounded me and lift me up, I'm floating with them. It felt like laws of physics doesn’t even exist. They lead me to the stars. Reaching up, we flew above the Nimbus, shot through it like a bullet through smoke. We stopped. I froze in the sudden event. I was in mid-air, flying. Now we're dancing above it. I giggled, it was breathtaking. Up here, it’s different. It's bright with stars, and the wind, it’s different... warmer. I look above and saw the crescent moon. I was flying. I gently gave a twirl, and saw the wisps flowing like visible winds. I was so happy. I kicked my feet as I ventured in the sky, screaming, laughing, almost everything is possible. The wisps never left me, they danced around me like spirits. Hours passed. Then they brought me back down to my room. They slowly let me down on my bed where I lay and look around the room once again. My room's back to normal, but unlike what’s above. A smile was plastered to my face. I felt a relentless tingle of wind in my skin. An unforgettable flight that felt unreal. I turned, and saw Jesus again. "Don't ever frown, daughter" he says gently with a smile. Then the wisps gathered in him, their sounds like chimes with a mix of child laughter. They covered Him and he was gone. Vanished like disappearing smoke. Just like that, I was awoken from my sleep. I rose from the bed, crying. I was happy, but crying. I was in a sleep. I bury my head in my hands. Only then I realize that Jesus was real. He saved me, from depression. The wisps, they were spirits. The flight, it still tingles in my skin like it was real. It was real. I look up by instinct, and saw the wisp again, just at the tip of my nose, glowing white. I touched it once more, and then it vanished leaving trails of glitter and smoke, bursting into nothing. I giggled. “Thank you” I whispered. The following days, I've spent my afternoons sitting in my yard, feeling the blow of the wind. Hoping I’d ever feel the wind like before or if I’d see Him again, my savior. But now I'm happy and content with the way I am. I’m no longer trapped. I’m as free as a butterfly, ready to take flight and explore the world. Ever since then, my life has never been the same.