in a bit of a haze today. floating just a few inches off the floor
watching the world go by, muffled voices, muted tones, playing in my ears like a mechanical symphony, ambient and melodic.
watching his face. lips moving. eyes searching. words? oh me. speaking to me. asking a question. the sound of my own voice startling me with a reply. what did i say? i missed that. sorry.
a faint blur around the edges. the light is so bright. blinding. eyes comfortably half shut. my warm winter coat, an aura of warmth emanating from deep inside. pull my head below the collar like a little turtle. shut myself away in this pleasant place. silly like a child.
you could wake, but then the dream would end, much better to stay suspended in this realm between the sleeping and the conscious
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