You are being stripped away. You become as carefree as a bird and without having to spread a single wing, you are soaring up above the clouds, going higher and higher. You see doll-sized people, buildings and from where you are, it all seems funny. You laugh because it feels like you should have did it a long time ago anyway.

 You miss where you used to be but you don't want to get out of here just yet. So you stay. A wave of strange sensation hits you; slaps you hard across the face. Bittersweet. You enjoy it.