Without a body, she floats into a different time zone to a foreign place.
A time traveler gazing down on red tile roofs, waterways and green fields. She glances over a vast tapestry of sparkling city lights as they dance in the blackness and form outlines of structures and the linear paths of the motorways.
It is impossible to know or understand these places that she observes from an aerial perspective and this distance is calming.
She covers ground.
She loses sleep.
She gains speed.
She loses time.
She wonders if it’s Monday here.
To fly is a magical thing.