No Fear!

Emma closes her eyes, and listens to Paul’s comforting voice, it is indeed soothing. She begins to feel like she’s floating, she’s detached and soaring so effortlessly with the beach below her. She puts her arms out to feel the gentle breeze and sees her fingers touch the feathers of a lone bird staring at her through the air. Strange to be flying over the beach like this. She looks back to see the hotel. Is that Gloria waving from the penthouse? Or maybe she’s telling me to come back. She doesn’t care, she feels bliss, not wanting the sensation to stop. The bird becomes bored with her and flaps its wings, heading in a direction away from Emma. She watches as it slowly becomes unrecognizable. Suddenly, she feels a loss of control and begins to spiral down toward land. She feels fear until a breeze sweeps under her, forcing her legs to spring forward, making her feel as though she’s sitting in a comfortable chair that gently lands in the sand. She lifts herself out of the cloud-like seat and walks a short distance. She has no shoes and the sparkling grains of sand wedge between her toes. The hotel is now a faint blur in the distance. Looking ahead, her desires prompt her to forge forward. Again, she hears Paul’s voice, but this time, it’s faint. She strains to hear his words. A train? She looks ahead and sure enough, there is a train car sitting on the beach. It appears to be a caboose. How can this be? She walks up to it and puts the palms of her hands on the shiny red side of the lone car. Paul’s nearly indistinguishable voice tells her to board the train. She looks back wondering.  Does he realize that it’s just a single car? Opening the door, she slowly climbs inside. Immediately, she feels the surge of movement. How can this be? She peers out the window and is overwhelmed at the speed it has accomplished in just seconds. She grabs onto the railings of the seat, this time realizing that her transportation is moving in reverse. She can no longer understand what she sees when looking out the window, it’s all a blur. Closing her eyes, she holds on tight until the movement of the caboose begins to slow, and then comes to a halt.