Escape

She looked around her, but everything she saw was a blur. None of it made sense. It was all just one big rainbow of colours, all bleeding into one another. Then, the world began to spin. Slowly at first before picking up speed. Faster and faster it went until the already blurred world became hazier still. There was sounds; shouting, screams of terror and squeals of delight, all at once. A blur of overwhelming noise and confusion. Like that merry go round at the playground when you've ridden it one time too many. She wanted the world to stop. She wanted to get off. 

Yet, like everyone else in the world, she was stuck on this crazy ride called life. But in the few moments the world stopped spinning and she was able to look at the people around her, she felt the worst of all. It didn't seem like anyone else's world was spinning. No one else looked as green as she, the child who'd ridden the merry go round too fast and too much. Everyone else was still, almost like they were on a merry go round that was a tenth of the speed of hers. So much slower it seemed they were not moving at all, or at the pace of the slowest snail on Earth at the very least. Yet, they were all moving too. 

And then, she looked up. Up at the sky over their heads. The sky that, but for a few fluffy white clouds, was not moving at all. The sky, that unlike everything else, was still.  The sky that made her smile. Because, even if nothing else made sense. Even if everything else was a huge, confusing, overwhelming blur, she still had the sky. Even if they could take everything else and turn it all into one big, blurry mess, they couldn't take the sky. 

So she lay back and stared up at the sky, basking in the beauty and peace of it's stillness and the solace it brought her. Still, around her, the world continued to spin, though she didn't seem to notice as much anymore.

She closed her eyes, the image of the sky and clouds overhead etched in her mind. It happened both quickly and in slow motion. One moment, she could feel the cool wood beneath her back, the next, the sensation had gone, and she was floating. Floating upward, like she was in an indoor skydiving chamber, or an anti-gravity thing. In any case, she moved slowly, like a feather being carried gently by the breeze. And so she floated up toward the sky. Away from the confusing, blurry mess that was her spinning world. Up she floated, and away. Away to the sky. Away to an escape. To freedom.