And then it stopped. She slammed into the stone floor with a sickening thud and a crack that echoed. Agony seared through her. Groaning, she attempted, and failed, to open her eyes. She felt a hand against her chest; palm down, fingers spread. The pain began to lift, but so did she. It felt as if her soul was being separated with the hand as it drew away from her body.
Mica felt herself spreading, flowing, soaring. Bliss. She had never felt so free before. The void called to her. She tried to reach out towards it, but the weightlessness was fading. A different force was pushing her away now, too strong for her to fight. The pressure shoved her downward. Physical sensations began creeping back, but this time the pain was gone, replaced with strange cramped feeling, like putting on shoes someone else has worn in. It fit, but not in the right places.