I rise through the ceiling. It is impossible, yet I do it.
There is no feeling, but I can see my hands in front of me , solid as ever.
The night sky has no temperature, very little light.
Above me I see only the distant stars.
Then I am in a corridor.
I float face up, yet I can see ahead and behind as well.
A curious smell saturates the air, yet the odor reminds me of music.
Emotions course through me without cause or effect, like paint on a canvas.
I am wholly alone, yet we are all together.