Writing 101 Day 2: Slipping


Often it happens just like this. I envy the “Jumpers” who can control when they go as well as where they can go. I’m not a “Jumper”. I guess I’m more of a “Slipper”

 

I’ve never had that their ability. I get a window of opportunity and I can take it or forget about it. I think it’s a thinning in the fabric of space / time I can sense and traverse. All I know is I’m here and then I’m there. Not knowing when I’m going means I always keep a bag handy just in case. Passport, pills, packed clothes in a carry-on bag. One at home, one at work.

 

And so it happened today. I felt it before anything else. All of a sudden a massive change of pressure in my sinuses, my skin feels tight, actual f*cking sparks on the hairs on my arms.

 

I stand up and I look around like a meerkat peering over the walls of my cubicle, no-ones looking. Some are at lunch, some are skiving, most are in meetings. I log off my computer hurriedly change from my shoes into the sandals I keep in my desk draw. In go the shoes, in goes the shirt. Jeans, sandals and t-shirt. Perfect.

 

The air leaves my lungs and I have just enough time to grab a hold of my travelling bag.

When I ”Slip” it feels like falling off the back of a bench or chair. That giddy feeling, that sense of “uh –oh” Continue reading