I am not inside the body.I am observing it.I watch myself breathe,from a place without weight.The body moves…but I am elsewhere.Time stretches.Thought dissolves.I see my own outline,a shape made of memory and motion.This is not sleep.This is not a dream.It is distance.It is clarity.I am above the moment,watching the moment become me.No fear.No identity.Only awareness…looking back at itself.