Gravity.

“The cat sleeps on my foot at night. Not stretched across the foot of the bed, like every other cat I’ve known. She curls neatly atop just one foot, as if she is the anchor to my tether, keeping me firmly rooted while I fly around in the ether of my dreams. I wonder if she senses a flightiness in me, a longing to be free of the weight of this world. Gravity can be such a drag—I see it every time I look in the mirror these days.”
#excerpt #LoveEarthNow