Tidak Pusing Tapi Seperti Melayang Novels & Stories

Zahra's POV I'm floating through clouds. They're soft and damp as they brush past me, swirling and shifting around my body. I realise I'm naked as moisture beads across my skin, and then I seem to be floating down towards the ground as my consciousness registers sensation and orientation all at once.

[Lincoln] "Lincoln, stop! Please don't go!" The words echo like a haunting melody, looping endlessly in the depths of my mind. A voice—soft, desperate—pleading with me. I try to latch onto it, but it's slippery, dissolving before I can grasp its meaning. My head feels submerged, like I’m trapped underwater. The weightlessness is suffocating, yet everything around me is unbearably heavy. Distantly, I’m aware of movement, of muffled voices cutting through the thick fog clouding my thoughts. Floating and drowning. Light and heavy. Here and not.

However, the mood here is different than that, it is comforting and warm instead of scary and angry. I know I’m not standing on anything. I can’t see my feet, but I sense no pressure of gravity or ground beneath my soles. I feel like I’m suspended in the air; not falling or flying, more like floating. I have a slight breeze on my face, like I am slowly moving forward but I also feel like I’m standing completely still. Everything feels wrong, yet right. It is an odd environment I find myself in.

I wanted to be myself once more. I pushed my hands above my head and them brought them down slowly only to stretch them to my side. I was to take a twirl when my head felt light. Ignoring the sudden feeling,I took the twirl. My eyesight blurred, but not because tears were welling up. Everything became fuzzy; then I saw nothing at all. My consciousness was floating through an empty space filled with a thick static. Throughout the inky space my heartbeats pounded loudly, echoing in my ears, alongside fading pleas for help.

It would be impossible to do something so simple without displacing the bag of liquid. At the instant I fainted, it'd been sudden and very much like I'd gotten a strike to the back of my neck, forcing me to go unconscious. But now, it doesn't seem so, in the very least. Instead of feeling drained, strained and tired, I'm shockingly energetic, relaxed and rearing to go. I don't need to be stuck on this bed in my room, doing nothing. I desire to busy myself with an activity and give myself a chance to collect my thoughts.

ASHANTI'S POV. The slow and relaxing feeling is gone. The euphoria has returned with a lot of intensity. My head feels very light. I am floating on clouds. I don't even feel it when I am pushed into a soft object in a room whose dim colors I can't make out. Green, pink, blue… everything looks the same. “There you go.” I finally hear a voice after a long time. Is it a woman's? Or a man's. I don't know.

My heart did this stupid little jump in my chest. I flopped back against my pillows, staring at the ceiling again. My whole body felt like it was buzzing, but not in the good way—like static, like I was going to short-circuit any second now. My thoughts were bouncing around in my head like they were on a sugar high, no focus, no direction, just pure, unfiltered irritation.

my unconscious mind was left to wonder. I continued to feel like I was falling, I just kept falling…but this time I didn’t feel my body hit the ground…there was no thump… Instead I felt like I was flying…floating… I couldn’t open my eyes, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to. I could not move, it was as if I was frozen in time like a memory or picture…the same feeling as I felt when I fell down that well. I couldn’t have imagined it all up. I couldn’t have.

The sky was a crisp ghost-blue, like when the day is warming up hot after a night full of ice. “I remember feeling kinda giddy, like I’d been spinning around and my head hadn’t stopped swirling yet. I was happy—woozy-happy. I was stumbling all over the place. Bumping into everything. It can’t have been, you know. Safe.” “No one helped you?” I said.

[Cara] Everything still hasn’t sunk into my pretty dumb head. It’s as if the time itself seemed to have slowed down and the world stopped revolving around me. My body moved automatically without being told what to do. My eyes stare distantly, but not seeing at all. It feels like I am floating, my head wrapped around the cloud, and a knife lodged between my chest. Tweaking and twisting in a painful thrust, making it so hard to breathe. “Cara...”