The rain pounds down heavily on the tin roof, I watch the raindrops trickle down the window. As I watch the raindrops gingerly find their paths through the myriad of drops, I pretend that I am in a floating house. I am not firmly planted on the ground, but rather, flying over the roaring ocean. How sweet would it be? To leave everything behind, and yet, to take it all with me, like I could not only defy gravity but negate its existence. I wonder what the stars would taste like, and how the black holes feel. I wonder where the asteroid belts would take me and I wonder what the moon would say.