Be modern as an electronic vigil light, precisely delicate as nylon, the ripstop kind, that withstands 40 pounds of pull per inch. Spectators, if we jump together, we'll bring the bleachers down. I was frightened. My flesh hissed and I thought I'd perished, but the sensation of descent vanishes once the body stops accelerating. It's astonishing how nothingness firms up.
Air takes on mass.
The transparent turns substantial. I stretched out on that dense blue bed until the canopy expanded like a lung shoved from my body, plucking me off the nothing matt. What held me up was hard to glimpse but intimate as mind or soul. I sensed it was intensely friendly. I almost thought it cared for me.