I stared. That's not accurate. I gawked. To stare would mean to politely look at something for an extended period of time. Gawking is why I did to those things.
Alabaster in color, fluffy in texture, and out my reach in location. If you haven't figured it out by now, I mean the clouds. God, how can you not just want to devour them.
That's what I did that day. I devoured them through sight. I would get to them. I tried in a plane once. My friends just laughed at my attempt. I thre up.
I saw things that weren't there, but I never reached my family. I was very disappointed. But I knew how to reach them forever. I just had to jump. Jump higher than anyone ever had before.
So I decided to do it. But I was nervous.
What if they didn't accept me in their cloud wonderland? What if my method of getting there was unnatural? How could I help wanting to be with my brothers? I was sure they would understand.
Going home was nerve racking. I said good bye to my parents subtly. They didn't suspect a thing. I was giddy with pride at my wonderful idea. I went to m closet. I chose an all white outfit.
They would love it. I gathered the materials for the long journey ahead of me. I laughed maniacly at the thought that no one could hold me back now. I'm in control. I stood up.
I stood higher than I ever had before. The chair helped a lot. I took my last breath as a human, and I jumped. I heard a loud snap. The rope did its job.