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Weightlessness by Katy

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Dave got into the pilot’s seat. An adrenaline rush surged through my veins as the glider hooked up with the plane slowly began to tow us into the air. I was horrified. We gained speed and began to bounce on and off the ground until we finally had enough to fly. The motor of the plane in front of us blared in my ears, and, almost by magic, the sound drifted away. I only heard the wind under the glider’s wings. A twinge of fear entered my already shocked heart.

“Okay then,” I heard myself say fearlessly. Pressure pushed down on us as we headed up the loop. I felt my heart in my chest, and I realized it had nothing to do with the glider. Despite my fear of the plane, I thought of the people on the ground the entire time. Sara and the baby and Emily and her singing suddenly seemed to bother me to the point of pain. Both had set themselves to do tasks that seemed to cause more pain then joy. Sara and Emily had set themselves to do what they wanted to do whether anyone liked it or not. The pressure increased as we began to reach the top of the loop. I kept thinking of Megan’s words.

“You’re getting in that plane whether you want to or not!” Sara and Emily hadn’t decided to do these things simply because they wanted to. It was what they had to do. I doubt Emily could think of doing anything but singing, and Sara couldn’t do anything but raise her child.

The pressure just kept building.

Then, for a moment, an endless moment, there was complete weightlessness. I almost floated inside the plane.

I felt pure and seemingly endless joy in this moment: all my fears and thoughts of Sara and the baby and Emily left me in that one second of buoyancy.

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