Astral Projection

Astral projection became easier with practice, but she found that sometimes her dreams, and the projected reality she visited, became confused with the sounds of the world where she lay sleeping.
As she floated gracefully over the serene moonlit landscape below, she couldn’t help but dance along to The Ketchup Song.

Couldn’t resist this!

In response to Jane Doughtery’s Sunday Strange Microfiction Challenge.




Bare feet carry her softly down the corridor. Gentle curves displayed through thin cotton, translucent in the glow of the early morning sun, bursting over the horizon, chasing away the last vestiges of night.

Coffee scent begins to fill the air. Hot steam, mixed with jasmine billows from the bathroom.

The freshness of a new day, aches to be appreciated.

Because I needed to write something different. 🙂