to have wings

               To have wings would be magical. To roll your shoulders and feel them spread out as you stretch. Once your arms reach their full length your wings keep stretching, they stretch well over double your height. Now that youve unfolded your wings u you relax them and press them tightly against your body, you begen to run and then jump out the  nearest window. At first your scared, but then you relax and for several magical minutes you free fall, and feel the wind race past your ears as the peoples screams become farther and farther away. The wind is icy and you shiver, not just from the cold but also the excitement. Then as you approach the ground, u throw out your wings and they snap back hard, you wince at the pain of your wings first grabbing and holding the weight of your body, then you begen to glide and you forget everything. The people down below ooh and ahh at the extrodinary sight happening before them: You, Flying up above them, where no person has ever been without some sort of machine or silly jacket.You begin to laugh at the hilarity of you doing the one thing that so many people have failed and died for, wile its just nature for you. Pushing your wings down and up to get more air between you and the ground, You keep gliding for as long as possible before u have to push agian. And you just keep going. And that is what it would be like to have wings...i shall tell more later.                        

                                                love && Hate,

                                         your daydreamer, Kasey