She woke up late at night—or early in the morning, as she later assumed—and stepped first off their bed, then through the kitchen, then out the door, off the first porch step, and rather than stepping down onto the second as she had so many times before, she simply floated.
It came on impulse. Natural. Like a breath. She breathed a calm in and out before taking the next step into the air, ascending like particles of dust in sunlight. Five steps, and she was above the rooftop of the house. Five steps more and she was forgetting what it felt like to be on the ground. She’d fantasized about flying thousands of times before and it’d always been like swimming in her head, laborious, but when it finally happened it was simply like using a limb she hadn’t been aware of possessing before.
The night was cold and, despite it having been a rainy winter, the stars were naked and unveiled, pressing hard against her head. She stepped up to meet them. The trees were gett