a flash in the pan

Something caught my eye from the street. Something red. I reached for the cord and pulled, signaling a stop. In a strange town, en route to a spot on a map, I got off track; I got lost. Not physically, though. It was the kind of lost where I felt found. Absorbed. Immersed.

Water started to pour through the cracks in the windows. It filled the hollows, the spaces where the wind used to blow through. The water rose and my feet lost their place on the ground. I floated up towards the ceiling. Up towards the sky. Waves washed up against the stars in the sky and carried them out with the tide until they became stars in the sea. Perhaps that's where they started in the first place, they were simply returning home.