50 Word Stories: Dwindling

I dwindle, fade in and out. No more tangible than a vivid dream, I strive to remain where my feet find no solidity and fingernails grasp at air. This place dissolves, another lighter breath taking its place. My one regret, I’ve already forgotten how it felt, if ever I knew.

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