introduction
It started slowly but suddenly, that doesn’t make any sense what-so-ever but its okay because not much makes sense anymore. It started in the early days of spring, leaves falling from the trees and butterflies were flying about. That all seems quite normal, but then paper clips, bobby pins and rubber bands started to slowly drift away from their positions. They fell slightly upwards, then they fell back to the surface they once rested upon. It was an explainable phenomenon, it lasted only a few moments but everyone witnessed this at least once and we all panicked.
A few days passed, the ash floated away from my cigarette and set fire to the dust bunnies that had gathered together and made their own little colony on my bedroom ceiling. I never smoked indoors but I thought that seeing as the world was already ending around me, it didn’t seem to really matter anymore.
Weeks passed and slightly heavier objects began to float every once in a while, and instead of going to the draw for a spoon you just grabbed a chair, climbed up on it and grabbed the spoon from the ceiling. It was easier to let them float in midair rather than trying to keep them in the draw anyways.
No one figured this would affect us directly, but when the neighborhood cats all disappeared we decided to keep the dogs inside.
Some people – the more paranoid – began to tie themselves up in a rope or chain to restrict their movement. My friend from down the road did this, it was like watching an animal on the discovery channel slowly die as it was painfully tethered.
No one let their children play outside anymore and trampolines were considered to be morbidly dangerous.
Helium balloons? Terrifying.
We didn’t have any answers.
Had gravity forsaken us?
Or God?
Honestly, we didn’t even begin to formulate real questions.
We were all terrified and scared of stepping outside. We stood there helplessly looking outside our front living room windows.
And as the days went on, heavier and bigger objects began floating away out into the atmosphere.
People have all sorts of fears and paranoia such as drowning in the ocean, being apart of a plane crash and your house burning down with all your possessions inside it.. But really, when you wake up with a hole in your ceiling and you watch as your pet hamster Penelope, cage and all, float up up up and away for no explicable reason.. You develop an entirely new category of fears.
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