floating

You let out a satisfied sigh as you lay back in the recliner of your living room, having just gotten out of the shower and wearing nothing but a tight-fitting robe. Your right hand occupies a mug of hot chocolate, freshly brewed and steaming. The only source of light is a warmth-emmiting fireplace, it's orange flickering of light casting surreal shadows across the room. You spent a lot of time setting the tree up and decorating it with various shiny objects and small lights, and your work seems to have paid off because it looks absolutely gorgeous.

The dream of being lighter than air was not an easy one to accomplish. True, everyone knew of dirigibles and hot-air balloons and other things of the sort, but it just was nothing compared to an individual’s joy of taking flight and soaring among the birds. If only humanity could become lighter than air, they’d achieve this dream easily. Yet no one had much of a choice; it would have taken someone far more helium or even hydrogen than they could readily gather to take flight, and ever since Hindenburg people knew of the dangers of the latter gas.