It happened this morning. It seemed that I had awoken, but then I felt that my hand held the teaspoon that I had used to stir my coffee while in bed. I immediately realized that this couldn’t be, and rolled out of bed. I was suspended in air (lack of deepening). I realized that I could fly (lack of a plan of action). I flew up to the window. The drapes on it were different. I tried to fly through the window, but was unable to. I turned around and flew up to the door, and then easily flew through it and into the kitchen. My mom, who is now deceased, was standing in the kitchen and cooking something. I joyfully greeted her (lack of maintaining; possible loss of activeness) and out-of-body experience quickly ended (lack of secondary separation from the body).