Gravity

Originally written on January 2017.

Gravity is what makes the planets orbit around the Sun and the moon around the Earth, it’s a force that pulls every terrain being to its centre, the reason plants stay on the ground and no one ends up floating to the sky and into outer space.

It was confirmed no human being was free from the laws of universal gravitation, otherwise they would have called out on Newton a long time ago. Only problem was, said man had died a long time ago, I had already messed up with one nature law, meddling with spirits was not an option for my situation.

My feet just touched the ceiling, decorating it with my shoes’ print. How am I going to explain that to the landlord? How am I going to explain I haven’t been able to walk on the floor or that some minutes I would be too heavy to lift my arms from the ground, the itch of the carpet reminding me I had to vacuum it, and then I would be weightless, swimming in the air to find something to hold on, but the doorknob had just proved to be useless after various attempts of grabbing it, ending up with my palms sweaty and arms hurting.

I feel dizzy, I have been floating and bumping into the walls for three hours. My shoulders must be all bruised from all the bouncing and my stomach is making terrible noises because I haven’t eaten since yesterday’s breakfast. I was supposed to go buy groceries today, but by the looks of my predicament, that wasn’t an option anymore. What if I turned too heavy I made a hole on the ground or what if I turned too light and caught in the electric cables or worse, floating up to the atmosphere? And what if right there my body turned heavy so fast it would plummet me to my death?

I try to hold onto something else but eventually my fingers feel numb and I’m forced to let go and float again to the ceiling.

“This isn’t working.”

Of course no one was going to listen, I was all alone and the phone was on the other side of the door, the battery probably at less than ten percent.

“This isn’t working…at all.”

I feel light headed already, I have been stuck on the ceiling for twenty minutes now; not even trying to push my way back helps because I’m sent back up. If I knew how to explain it, I guess I got fixed to it. The floor is right below me, I can see the carpet with my imprint from where I had to be spitting the cotton from my mouth. But my eyes start to hurt, is the room getting larger? Did the ceiling break? Am I floating further? Why is the floor looking more distant now?

It is then when my stomach makes a flip and my head starts to pounce, it’s almost as if drums were banging right inside my ears, it hurts, oh damn it hurts so bad.

But just as it started, it stopped. I’m still stuck on the ceiling but the carpet hasn’t moved, the floor looks just within reach again. And yet my hands feel cold and my stomach still hurts, my whole body is begging to get down.

“Okay…that’s not good…”

Whatever is going on with me right now, I have to find an answer, and I have to find it fast. I can’t be a bouncing balloon for the rest of my life.