Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.

Head in the clouds. I'm walking on atmosphere. The sun shines up from the floor. and I feel a little light headed. Sometimes when I look up, I see the ocean and ground. But that's too far up, and I don't want to set foot on soil, till night. My hair falls up as I look down and inspect the sunshine. There's tiny flecks of moisture that I wipe away. It's so bright that I pull the clouds over me as a hood. I'm surrounded in fluffy moisture. But it's a little too wet. I wring out the water and keep treading on atmosphere. I come to the edge of clouds, where the ground drops up, and sky meets horizon. I slowly climb down.

Gravity turns me upside down. I jump down from the last step of horizon, and touch the lush green grass. The meadow smells like wheat. And my feet get wet. When I look up, the clouds slowly drift up. My hood dissipates. And I'm human once more. I sleep at the edge of the lavender farm as the sun waves goodnight and dunks into the Western horizon.

When I wake up. The sun smiles down at me and emerges from the Eastern horizon. It's time to go home. So I climb up the horizontal stairs.

Gravity looses cling. My hair tickles off my shoulders and I celestially turn upright. I lean back onto the atmosphere and pick at the clouds. Whooshing them around, conjuring up cirro-stratus and cumulo-nimbus clouds in different regions. There's your weather, world. But when I look up, past my fluffed-up moisture, at the awakening night. I see your face. all sun-kissed and earthen. And I wish you were just like me. Because I'm walking on sunshine. And I wish you were too.