ThoughtMonster

And then things started to get on top of me. It was relentless. Pressure to the right of me, pressure to the left, onward, onward, keep pushing forward, can’t afford to fall back or fall down or fall out. It was relentless, boiling, bubbling, steaming, stamping, constant, pressure.

I walked down to the bottom of my garden and looked out over the fields. I looked up at the clear blue sky and I saw it. The hot air balloon was making it’s way towards me oh so slowly but it was coming. I saw the burner fire up and the basket creaked as it became enormous before my eyes. It started to come down oh so gently until it hovered a foot above the ground where I was standing. I clambered in and we began to climb, higher, higher, higher. Rooftops, treetops, fields, roads, higher, higher. “Take me to space” I whispered, “its where I need to be.”