A great big sparkly trip into the psychedelic galaxy of ‘I Feel Love’

This indulgent prose voyage is part of the #write52 writing challenge. Sign up for the newsletter here. I write less self-indulgently here. Ready? Here we go…

It’s a still, dark, suffocating night. Nothing moves. All life sleeps like the dead.

The time is 01:11am precisely.

You are the only person on the planet who is awake at this moment.

Then.

A warm humming pulses.

A shock of white light splits the sky.

The clouds burst apart to reveal an unimaginable heaven. Your eyes start to peel back, layer after layer, to reveal new, rushing visions.

Now golden hands are reaching down to lift you up.

And you are on board the train. Feel the tracks clicking as the night sky spools backwards, tripping, flickering. You are going to the future.

Peel back another eye-layer. The angel noises in your head swell and recede while your chest pumps hard, valves pounding like pistons. Now we can see infinity. The golden hands are slicing open the top of your skull.

The train speeds on. A bullet piercing the night.

Now the carriage doors burst open and water rushes in. You are swept up in the swell. Rolled and swaddled in an electronic womb. You hear a machine heart pulsing. Everyone dances to the clean, smooth beat.

Beat.

Beat.

Beat.

Then comes the voice. Celestial and shimmering, piercing the air.

Your spine shivers.

Ooooohitssogoodooooohitssogooditsosgoooooood

You are weightless.

Ooooohheavenknowsheavenknowsheavenknows

If you try, you can touch the very top. Stretch your hands up and push until the bones in your fingertips begin grow, unfurling, clickety-clicking, like the train tracks beneath you. Further. Beyond. You reach for it.

And now comes the dizzy descent. Hold on tight. Here we go.

I feel love

Peel back another eye-layer. The angels are coming for you.

I feel love

Here is your sky dive, your rush, the air.

Exhilaration. Release.

Now breathe.

Come back to the beat.

You open your eyes. The train is still here, we are still pushing on into the night sky.

Dig deep, this journey is not over yet. You have minutes to go. There are a million dances to dance.

At the end, it will be time to go back into the darkness.

Only then will you sleep soundly.

Clutching the fragments of your heavenly dreams.