Faded
Ever sit in a room and just sink back to another day. Recalling those aromas and words, the steps and the people?
I felt myself so calm sitting here in bed. Trying to fall asleep again after a period of dreams. Only to realize I am still in a dream. The scents are so wildly before me. The sweet cherry wood pressing against my nose. The chewy, heated stream water air clings to my tastebuds. My blues sting inside icy frames.
So much is pinpointed on this stage of a memory and I want to know why. Even more so why am I still dreaming wide awake.
Even more to that is the capable string of musky wooded forests and spices of ginger, cardamom and Jasmine sting my nose. I want to know what the outcome will be. Yet my mind races trying to put the puzzle pieces together before I erase the scene and place the assumption I only had "been" there because of a movie.
And so I lean back. Exhaling to clear my mind. Close my eyes for moments. Only to realize everything is gone but the lightest sweetness of fresh lemons in the breeze.
Cleared away. Tucked in a box of memories goes this dream. Yet remains is the smoothness of cherry wood and mahogany.
And now the eyes demand more sleep. Ticking off the mind into a slow downward, backward counting spiral. Soon all is falling and my pillow is comforting.
My soul is relaxed and the spirit simmers. Slowly. Peacefully.
Goodnight. Sweet dreams.
I felt myself so calm sitting here in bed. Trying to fall asleep again after a period of dreams. Only to realize I am still in a dream. The scents are so wildly before me. The sweet cherry wood pressing against my nose. The chewy, heated stream water air clings to my tastebuds. My blues sting inside icy frames.
So much is pinpointed on this stage of a memory and I want to know why. Even more so why am I still dreaming wide awake.
Even more to that is the capable string of musky wooded forests and spices of ginger, cardamom and Jasmine sting my nose. I want to know what the outcome will be. Yet my mind races trying to put the puzzle pieces together before I erase the scene and place the assumption I only had "been" there because of a movie.
And so I lean back. Exhaling to clear my mind. Close my eyes for moments. Only to realize everything is gone but the lightest sweetness of fresh lemons in the breeze.
Cleared away. Tucked in a box of memories goes this dream. Yet remains is the smoothness of cherry wood and mahogany.
And now the eyes demand more sleep. Ticking off the mind into a slow downward, backward counting spiral. Soon all is falling and my pillow is comforting.
My soul is relaxed and the spirit simmers. Slowly. Peacefully.
Goodnight. Sweet dreams.
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