Sensory Overload

It’s like- I’m walking though a busy mall. Oh wait, I am, it’s real. I can read minds, I know it sounds silly. Or maybe I can’t. But I can sense the texture of their clothing. I see a tall person and feel tall which makes me disoriented. I am rushing around this place trying to understand their lives. The whooshing of the wind on their skin. As they pass by the open door and don’t even notice. But I do. They are ascending on an elevator. Coffees in their hands and it burns! It burns! They are flying with their feet planted. I’m flying, and the feeling is growing. Dizzy, I am sitting and she’s sitting with me and talking to me. Breathing strong, powerful breathes. Breathing in all the smells in the world. She leads me to the car. She heads back into the mall to buy me a pretzel and drink. I didn’t buy anything that day. But I didn’t care.