A Dreamer's Guide How and Why to Fly Without Machines.

She opened her eyes long enough to see that she was still in her room, her clock illuminated red, shifting digits, changing time.  As Sky’s eyes closed them she was back in the air, soaring as the world looked so small below her feet.  For decades people had been building planes, helicopters, space ships.... it looked like she was the only one to realise you just needed to keep jumping to fly.  As she descended she buckled her knees and kicked the air below to rise higher into the vast and endless canvass of the sky.  It wasn’t a surprise to be able to fly so naturally, it was an ability she felt she should know already, no different than walking, breathing, or speaking.    The people below her looked jealous, she stopped kicking so she would gradually and slowly descend into just above them, giving small kicks to keep herself afloat. 
“How are you able to fly?”  Said Sky’s friend, Cloud, from school.   
“It’s easy.  You just sort of keep jumping I guess.  You know that bit just before you fall? There. That’s when you kick the air and just keep doing that, then you’re flying.”                 
“I guess it’s a but obvious when you say it like that, well... see ya”.
“Bye”.  Said Sky, as she kicked her way towards the ceiling of the Earth.
Sky noticed that as she headed to the ceiling that if she kept flying she wouldn’t actually reach space, instead she found that she ended up in the bottom of the sea.   She didn’t want to get wet, but it was too late now.  She found it a nuance to be so low into the Earth, it was very dark.    She noticed a school of fish above her.  She glided easily through the water, gripping the tale of  a passing shark, before she knew it she had already touched the top of the ocean.  She beat her legs back and forth and found herself back in the air.  A dragon called Aire looked fierce as she was dragging her scaled wings towards her, fire blew from her pores as if the skin was releasing anger with her downward stroke of its wings.  Sky floated towards her and gave her a scarf, Aire purred and nested on a nearby cloud, a look of happiness seemed to stretch her face.  Sky was having a very good day, other than being slightly damp from the water. It was okay, she thought.  As all the flying was drying her off, albeit it was getting rather nippy now that she had given her scarf away.  As a gust of wind brushed by her the chill made her open her eyes.  She was back in her bad, someone had opened the window in her room.  Sky pulled the covers over her head, ignoring the flashing red time in the corner of the room.  She needed to warm herself up, kicking in her sleep once more she flew above the world. 
 Seeing her reflection in the water she approached it, it talked to her and she talked back.
“Why can no one else fly?” Her reflection spoke. 
“Because they don’t want to, why else?”
Sky turned her back on her reflection and flew once more, ignoring time and reason.  Then, looking at the sun, believing it to look exceptionally pretty, she flew towards it to say hello, endlessly refusing to let possibilities end.