Gravity

Chapter 2

If you think about it, how many of us actually truly thought or cared about gravity? How many of us got to have that special first date and at the end of the night we think, I’m so glad gravity is here to let me have this experience.

Slim to none, I’m sure.

But for some reason, I had to be one of the unlucky people enough to question gravity’s existence. I had to question whether it could possibly go away, what it really was, how it could keep us on the ground like this.

It was scary. In my head, I could picture myself outside, and suddenly I feel my body getting higher off the ground, I look down and see my feet dangling above the ground. There’s nothing for me to grab hold of. My body continues to float higher, like a balloon a little kid lets go of. It gets higher and higher, I’m going past the clouds, past the blue sky. I’m heading into the darkness of space, the darkness that has literally no end. It goes on and on and on. There’s no start or finish. I can see my feet below me as my body dangles above the world and I continue to float in space.

Whenever I picture this, I can feel a panic attack coming on. I can feel my heart beat faster, and I have to place my hand over it because I think: what if I have a heart attack? What if I am having a heart attack?!

I have to get up and pace back and forth or jump up and down to prove to myself that I’m not going anywhere. That my body won’t float into the sky and space. I have to try and prove to myself that my feet are planted firmly on the ground.

It doesn’t always work, though.