No Gravity

When I was younger, I used to lie down in front of my dresser and look up at the mirror. I imagined that the cieling was the floor and what it would be like to walk and dance on the cieling. I imagined myself running and leaping and watching everyone else below me. It wasn't cluttered like my floor. Just the soft eggshell white of my plaster cieling. I would pretend that I was at a mascarade ball and the centerpiece was the beautiful little chandelier that my grandma bought for my room. It stood upright by itself and glowed like a candle.