"daydreamer"

i was holding your hand walking down the street. you were telling me about your day. i look up at the clouds and they start to get bigger. then i look at the ground and it's at least a mile away by now. i look to my side and i still see you talking about your day in the same tone as always. my mouth starts to drop and my brain hovers in my skull as i free fall to the heavens. "what's wrong," you say. "nothing." because nothing is ever wrong and nothing is ever right. especially without your feet planted on the ground. not to mention your head and basically everything else in the clouds. i look to see disbelief on your face and by now i've stopped moving completely. "you're acting strange. i'm going inside before my this fog makes my hair frizz," you say. i look down at the sidewalk then smile and follow you inside.