The softness of the morning sky beneath me
Eyes drawing nigh
Energy before me
Take it in
She spoke soft
As a kiss on my forehead
Misplace myself
Eyes fluttering like butterflies
Warm slumber- decompress
My hand vanish in coolness
Sins of Sand...
Transgress through my fingers
The perceived coolness of water
Stimulates the smallest extremities
Tiny tree, more voluminous than before
Orange blooms- stunning
I look down
A pocket-sized door
Blazing light flashing
Slamming down
Open the door to your heart
I'm bouncing in and out of my body
My journey complete
Candid eyes
Seeing through tiny slits
Blurred vision
Blackness....
Circles getting smaller
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