Inlocate to hand-to-hand

[flexagon]

In the moment, my body focused on what it needed to and my brain forgot to make proper memories, although proper memories are what I wanted secondmost of all. I leaned back, yes; feet left the ground, yes; and when the lightness came, I pushed my hands down to my feet fast, hard, fast. But I don't know what happened then, how I suddenly found myself in a different thing, a familiar balance. Discontinuity like that is just sort of thing that can tell you you're dreaming, and if you're trying to induce lucid dreams you should watch for them; but I really think I was awake, and tight, and that the spotter (tall, skilled and famous) never touched me. The details recede, not caring whether it really happened.