Well That is That and This is This

Sven looked up because before that she was looking down.

In her periphery she could see the dark and shimmering and slimy and slick brick walls of the alley.

When she looked up she could see the moon on the narrow highway of sky that cut through the alley’s walls.

She took a step forward, heel-toe.  She took another step forward, heel-toe.  Heave-ho.

“Hello?”

She could feel her voice bouncing playfully against the walls, higher and higher into the sky to freedom and nonexistence.

She sneezed and wondered how that was possible.  She liked to think that golden dust from the stars and sun meandered from space to the earth and found their way inside of her, making her heart swell and her eyes itch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.  The tendons inside her head swore at her.

She jumped up into the air and held herself there, hovering inches above the ground.  Water dripped from her fingertips and permeated through the brick when they fell.  She could hear the water spread under the ground, wandering aimlessly without purpose or intention.

She spoke but there was nothing around her that could hear, not even the water or dust or moon.  The walls and the bricks were too loud with their absolute certainty of where they stood in existence.

She blinked and as she did so all of her eyelashes disconnected and floated to the wet and dirty brick, like a dead tree losing its needles after being shook by someone.