I stepped out of my body.
It was easier than slipping off a coat.
I felt the silver cord act as a tether.
I did not feel like a tether ball.
I attempted to step into the body of a young woman.
Her woolen coat was easy to pass through.
I bumped my nose on the armor of her self-confidence
when my spirit reached the aura surrounding her skin.
I fell into her shadow cast upon the ground.
I thought her shadow might be a back door
my spirit could use to enter her body.
The armor of her self-confidence left no spot unprotected.
I stepped back into my body.
I wound my silver cord like a garden hose and stored it.
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