It came to you in a dream.

You were dreaming that you were floating high in the sky, smiling without a care in the world, as as you are pulled by a singular, floating, blue balloon, with your waist tied up towards it. As you fly around, the balloon seemingly whispers good things towards you in its disembodied, soothing, motherly voice. You wake up crying your eyes out as you remember it.

Several hours later, as you walk alone from the cinema, you suddenly spot the same blue balloon from that strange dream you had. It seems to be floating, and yet unaffected by even the slightest wind. You hear that same soothing voice you heard before, which makes you want to break down and cry again:

"Shhh... it's OK. I'm here for you. Everything's gonna be OK." It says as it floats towards you with no harm.