Feather Nujabes

I woke up last night and my skin felt prickly. It was tight like a balloon, tense, all around my bones and what muscle I have. It seemed my entire body was filled with tension and an immense longing, but for what I couldn't be sure. To be a feather? My breathing ceased and as my eye lids were flung back inside my head the monster's grip released and disappeared. Slowly the balloon melted and my skin returned to it's sand and bug state. It was more comfortable than sand and bugs actually. It felt weightless, soft, like I may have been floating. Soft breezes brushed against my skin and I was thrown into a typhoon of my own, higher and higher into the air watching everything below me. I was a feather as I woke up.