Paralysis surges over me,
I feel nothing, not even numbness.
Levitation raises me,
from my bed, I ascend.

I do not look down,
for I fear the ground.
Nor do I wake myself,
for if this is a dream,
I don't want it to end.

The air is cool up here,
far above the Earth,
far above the trees.

I feel weightless,
almost like paper,
as the breeze lifts me.

When I reach the stars,
the skyline, the end,
I stop.
My body drops,
and burns up in the atmosphere.

But I stay here,
my entity stays here,
where I float,
where I will remain,
till I dissipate.