Flying

You move skyward, until the air clears, and the moon’s shimmer is just beyond your grasp. The skirt of your garment floats like feathers, and behind the rush of wind nothing but stillness in the night. You dive backwards giggling, doing somersaults over and around, until you glimpse a form floating towards you. What’s in a name? He asks, tilting his head in a question. You ponder and open your mouth to speak, but you cannot speak. You try to take a breath but the air is thin, and you no longer remember the question. The moment you forget, your weightlessness disappears, and you fall faster than you have ever known.