My Astral Travelling

My soul leaves sixteen minutes after I reach the bed. It’s not that I have it timed, it’s that I know Without knowing how I know Hear those gentle puffy breaths? They come from my body, automatically. I am not in there, and she does not care. No concern. At last she can fully relax. Because I have been released. My soul is zooming around, checking out the night people. I travel from alley to honkytonk, looking on, amazed. As people do what people do naturally in the middle of the night. Thinking the world cannot see them. I see, and I smirk. Glad I know how to astral travel. Thank you Daddy for this gift. He lumped it into being a psychic. I attribute it to being an empath; no matter. I am here now. It is now three thirty a.m. There is a silence in the world that cannot be explained. People have paired up and are having sex in cars or apartments. There is a smell of urine in the air thanks to the homeless. I travel to a far off hill and enjoy a hoot owl’s call. Bam! The silver thread pulls me back to my body. I go in kicking and screaming as usual