FicWad

The world crumbles around me and dirt cracks apart beneath my feet. I float into a sky that isn't apart from the floorless floor beneath it. Beneath has no meaning anymore as what was once ground dissipates and disappears. A pastel tie dye skybox is all that I see. Hints of pastel blue from the sky before merge with warmer tones and patches with less saturation than the rest, reminding me of cracks in glass only this time more gentle and soft. I still float in this nothing zone, moving, but with nothing to prove it, only my awareness that I am in motion. I am turning, but as I turn I don't get dizzy, like I could never feel as upside-down as I should. As if I am weightless. How bizarre.