The taste still lingered on his tongue
josh
The air was thick with it, a delectable heaviness that made movement feel like a slow motion saunter through treacle. A honey that hung.
He smacked his lips the way he always did when the air dripped; heaving and overflowing as he fell through the liquid floor.
Weightless, he hovered in a limbo that took the feeling from his fingers. Our view pans out, and the atmosphere seeps in.
It tastes of freedom, it is no longer heavy on the tongue. He breathes and the air around him changes colour.
Enlightenment is always found by the least deserving of men.