I Have Wings

There are two realities in my head, two worlds.

In one world, the mundane one, I’m a bartender. A simple bartender at a simple bar in a simple little town.

In the other, I have wings.

Huge, white wings that spring from my back, unfold, and lift me up into the wind and the sky.

Standing on the bluff, the water pounding the rocks far below, logic tells me that the mundane world is the real world. The rational one. People can’t fly.

My heart tells me that the other world is real.

Who’d want to live in a world where people couldn’t fly?

So I step out, into the wind.