Here is a story titled 'Floating'
They were a pair, separated only by a few paces of air. They were tied together but somehow he was released. He floated upward and away from her. He kept moving up and up and he could not stop. When he struck the ceiling, he found he was too far up. He watched below as his mate was being carried away and out into the bright daylight. He reached for her but couldn't move fast enough. A gush of wind came and blew him farther from her. She was gone. He ended up next to a telephone booth and then a train arrived and blew him upward again.
At last, a hand tries to grab him down. He felt its touch - a warm feeling - like a soft blanket in the middle of winter. It tries to push him downward, but it is just too short to reach him. Hitting again and again, the hand manage to push him down again but he slides back upward. A train comes and blows him high until he bumps against the ceiling again.
Stuck, he wonders how he is ever to come down. There are pipes beside him. They are covered in sharp edges but he dismisses them. Then he feels a prick against his skin, follow by a popping sound. He falls onto the ground in two sagging pieces. No longer sporting the word, "Happy" with pride, he gets sweep down a deep darkness and that is the last thing he sees.
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