Ann was
sweating as Lita helped her out of her suit. Her hands shook with the
endorphins and adrenaline coursing through her. But more than all of that, she
felt completely overwhelmed by the surfing. She wanted to think about it, but
at the same time, didn’t.
She had
never felt anything like that.
Ever.
Full stop.
Though fading, she could still feel
and remember the universe around her, feel the will of the Celestials guiding her
in surfing the winds. She felt elevated, more than she was than when she began.
Want
to do it again, but can’t. Not yet. Need to process it all. There’s something .
. . transcendent . . . in all of that. Something I’m supposed to take away.
Need time for that.
“Hey, are you here?” Lita asked, crouching
down and shining a light in Ann’s eyes. “Ann?”
Ann grabbed Lita’s face and kissed
her hard.
“Physical exams usually start when
the pressure suits are off,” Kimball said. “Can’t you two wait until then?”
Lita pulled back, breathless.
“No flaring way,” Ann said,
grabbing Lita by the hand and marching out of the airlock.