Running Dream #1

I volunteer to deliver the message. No one else wants to go. I walk away from the others and as soon as I feel alone begin to run. Every step is two yards long, one foot under me, the other extended behind, neither touching. I plant for a moment and the ground responds, springy like the sole of a shoe. Hey, I think, I am never going to get tired.

My Adidas are melting off like cotton candy and then reforming perfectly just before a foot touches the ground. I think: Crap. Nobody knows shoes can do that. I'd better not let anybody catch me.