I became awake.

we all sat out on the patio, around a delicate old table.
we drank our tea, telling the stories of our modern lives, as the great storm clouds tumbled towards us. they didn't notice the changing weather patterns, or the clouds, as they formed a funnel in the sky; but i did. it swayed towards me, moving it's tail in the currents of the wind, and as it stopped above my head, i looked up and, in a brief second, grabbed hold of the cloud. it took me up, up, up, above the friends, past the patio and the house, up in the cloudy sea.