The Elementals

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All I could do is float around. My legs would be up, my knees would be bent, and I would hover over the cement. It came naturally, along with a recurring heavy-headed feeling and how weightless my whole body seemed. Sometimes I would float on to the trapdoor where my food is delivered daily. It was the same meal every week, but at least I had something to lay my tastebuds on. I'd always eat under the single lightbulb dangling from the ceiling, in the middle of four secluded, pitch black walls. When I was done, I'd set my plate on the trapdoor, and it would be gone. Then, I would go back to floating again, until I decided to float on my imaginary cloud and go off to sleep.