Kaki Terasa Ringan Dan Melayang Novels & Stories

“Well, I guess it depends on the size of your wolf, and like, if your pants have elastic.” My pajama shorts have a stretchy waistband, but the silk cami doesn’t have much give. I peel off my top and bottoms and set them on the cleanest exposed root I can find before I toe off my marabou slippers. The feathers are wet and matted with dew. Probably not the best choice of footwear.

Lily’s POV Kai helped me down the stairs one careful step at a time, his strong hand holding mine while the other hovered protectively at my back. Even though I had walked down these stairs a hundred times before, he still moved like I was made of glass—like the babies I carried made me more fragile, more precious. And maybe, in his eyes, I was. My gown flowed softly around me, brushing against my ankles, and my sandals clicked lightly on the wooden steps. My belly was round and heavy now, and it made everything feel just a little slower. Still, with Kai at my side, I felt safe. Grounded.

How am I supposed to sleep here? I slowly sat on the bed and ran my hands on the mattress. Gulping down my curiosity and fear, I stood up and set my feet on the ground. Instead of cold ground I felt something feathery rubbing my feet. I looked down and found a pair of soft slippers. Without any thought, I slipped into them. They are soft and I feel like I'm walking wearing feathers and I will fly anytime.

I felt as if I was being smothered by the makeup. My head suddenly felt way too heavy for my body thanks to the ridiculous hairdo, and after a short while, the shoes no longer felt as comfortable as they had in the beginning. I had never worn shoes with a heel before and although those heels weren’t very high. I could still feel my feet taking strain, but I wasn’t going to complain.

I suddenly felt my feet become very light, I took a step and it felt like I was floating. "What did you do?" I asked him. "Since you were so scared, I decided to reassure you, now they can't see our footsteps, they were probably tracking us through our footsteps, but now they can't see it" he said calmly. I looked down at my feet and took a step, I couldn't see clearly in the dark, but I felt it, it felt like my feet wasn't quite touching the ground, more like I was floating a few inches off the ground, but at the same time touching the ground but not making a dent in it.

Lyla Rose _______ After my shower, I feel a little lighter, a little more like myself, even though the weight of the day is still pressing on me. I slip on a simple white top and a black skirt, trying to keep things uncomplicated. The soft fabric feels familiar against my skin, the mundane routine of getting dressed grounding me in something that feels normal, even if nothing about my life is normal anymore.

I could hear the softest whispers from across the room, smell the faintest traces of herbs lingering in the air, and feel the subtle vibrations of footsteps on the ground before they even reached my ears. Tasks that had once left me winded—bending to pick something off the floor, climbing stairs, or even enduring the day-to-day weight of my pregnancy—now seemed laughably easy. My body felt lighter, almost like I was floating just above the earth but with a grounding force that kept me steady.

“Me too.” I tried closing my eyes hoping that it would calm all my nerves. I’m feeling extra elated and this was exceptionally different from the feeling of being drunk. The mushrooms might have begun to kick in. I don’t know why it’s way too late but it’s here and I’m feeling my nerves, bones and muscles become too light. I’m feeling lightheaded and I had to take a moment. It does feel good and pleasurable. “Look, I’m floating in the air.” I stood up and I felt like my feet are a few inches above the ground.

I felt myself floating, even though I was on the ground. It felt familiar here, yet strange. My body doesn’t feel right either, I look at my hands and are surprised how small they are. My feet are bare and are closer than I realized, did I get shorter? A lot shorter? The sound of kids laughing come from behind me wanting me to turn around when I realize I can’t move my body; its moving on its own and I’m just watching like it’s an interactive movie.

I said and picked her up and took her to that big stone again. She was not heavy, as she claimed, in fact, she was so soft and feather-light. I liked carrying her in my arms and saw that her white jumpsuit had become translucent. I could see her wearing a delicate bra and a pair of shorts beneath that dress. Her skin was like silk, soft to the touch. Her fragrance was intoxicating, I kept breathing it deeply, letting the delicate floral scent fill my senses. " Are you ok?? " I asked. " Yeah... I can walk from here. " She said and tried to get up again but winced with pain. I massaged her ankle lightly for her a few seconds and picked her up again and started walking toward our tents.