Air Protection

Date: 4/27/2022

I was living in a hot air balloon. I think it was normal, for people to live in hot air balloons. I wanted a mate however, a partner. I didn't think it would happen, but someone did find their way to me via an underground tunnel that let right to the hot air balloon. He was surprisingly big, for a dude who could fit through a tunnel. Big shouldered that is. I had company over and promised he'd come through. My company didn't believe me, but he did, pushing up through the tunnel with hardship and standing to shed dirt he'd picked up. There was something odd about his visits. They were always at night, always through that tunnel. It began to bother me. We often visited a cloister underground. Monks were there. There was a musical prodigy. He picked up anything in days. I cheered him learning a song I knew. We ate with the monks in the kitchen, but my cat was pissed off. She felt sick and wanted to see the priest. She knew if she ate off the priests plate she'd get better. I met a guy floating in his own hot air balloon. He was looking for a story to write. I almost gave him one of mine, a horror story about living in a hot air balloon that had been in my head for years. But in the end I didn't, I hesitated feeling shy, or feeling it would taint something if I did.