Airborne

I dug my toes into the tile floors through the custom issued socks and ahead I looked at the psychs counter and with energy and lift I would rock I began to run while the guard looked on he wondered what my actions would be but a swift pursuit I had in mind to fly in grace for all to see Then as my feet left the ground the guard forcefully tackled me slamming my head into the counter and then down to the floor half gracefully A crowd of staff then jumped on me and I hugged them back as I knew I would live they gave me a shot that knocked me out but I was glad it's what they give I woke up in an MRI machine and heard them talking of my arousal but I would black out once again only to awake on a psych ward bed I ask myself should I have taken the flight trying to fly right through the sky but it is our flight or fight response that keeps us from rolling the die