I was disappointed when I realized I couldn’t sit on clouds. I don’t remember what age I was or exactly how I found out, but I remember how disenchanting the whole experience was.
As a little girl I would stare out the window during car rides. My gaze ended up skyward and I’m sure I was in awe at how the clouds were just up there…in the sky. I imagined what it would be like to lay on one. I know my mind didn’t ponder the logistics of it all…like how would I breathe up there; or how would I even be deposited onto a cloud…I was kid and so for me there were only the clouds and my desire on be on one.
I probably voiced my desire one time during a car ride and instead of leading me on (like the midget house) my mom told me we couldn’t sit on clouds. Devastated. I don’t even know if it was my mom who let me in on the well-known fact that clouds are just vapor, it could have been my dad. All I remember is the disappointment.
I’m still saddened by that fact to this day. I’d love to get up on a puffy white one, have a jumping fit for a little while (as long as my bladder wouldn’t fail…childbirth), and then nestle in for a nice, warm nap–enveloped by what would have to be akin to the softest cotton, only softer. And lighter. The most comfortable sleep ever. Dreamy.