Flying

I think I have this obsession with trying to fly in my dreams because when I was little I had the most realistic and vivid dream in which I let myself float in our old hallway, below the light switch between the doors to the lounge and the dining room. I lent forwards and found myself floating on my front, about waist high. And for a while I believed this happened in real life, before succumbing to the disappointing reality that this was not possible in waking life, and this thing called gravity prevents us from floating in midair at will.

(One day I will learn to roller skate along the walls of buildings)