Out of body

I was laying down when I realized I was standing up

I watched myself unable to move, my hands draped over the side of the bed.

I counted in my head to when I would move.

3...2...1..

Nothing

tears on my face

I couldn’t feel them on my skin

I only knew the reality that they were

getting someone else’s pillow wet

I counted again

This time I felt movement but not enough

A finger and eyelids

If I could catch my breath I would be able to step back into my body

But I feared not being able to fit

The crying stopped

The counting didn’t work

The empty body found its way home

-Shealyn Shea Lyn