Moments apart from the ordinary, a part of the ordinary, depart from the ordinary. The spaces between my heartbeats lengthen and shorten, little spaces, lingering sighs. I feel the hair on the back of my neck, falling from pins, and I am falling from sins.
Cleaner now, purified, I rise, through no effort of my own, I almost drift off the ground. I laugh.
The spell is broken.
Our time is through until I next respond to your call.