In My Place.

I was going to write something today but this wasn't it.

Just laying there. No sound, no interuptions. Unknowingly I lift into the air. My bed sheet still on top of me now formed to my body revealing every curve as I drift higher into the air. Look at my face, I look so peaceful with the exception of my back arched and my legs and arms dangling. I pass right through the ceiling as if it wasn't there. My eyes open and even I am surprised that I have no reaction to what is taken place. I continue to look so peaceful as if this is expected. Ahhh, look at them, billions of stars, all shinning for me. The sky is blue from the glow of the moon and there is a soft breeze. My body rotates forward and my sheet flys into the wind as I start to move a little faster. I spin myself around in a circular motion and take in the view, something is odd, everything looks as if I am in a painting. Tons of shades of blue with a hint of gray, enough gray to cast a dim light throughout the sky above and ocean below. I dive forward soaring through the night in the direction of the waves and right before I plunge into the water I simply dip a fingertip and swoop back up. Looking back I admire my intentions, the sea is now glass, frozen in it's moment. The ripples small crest sparkles like crystals hanging from a what was a wet tree in the coldest of winters. As I turn to face forward again I close my eyes and grow a wide grin while the breeze refreshes the air pouring into my lungs.

This is what it feels like to be free. I feel as if I have felt it before but can't recall a time when it was so. No worries, no stress. I am all alone and I am falling in love with it. The air kisses my skin giving it the feeling of the softest silk. Not a bird, plane or cloud in the sky. It is all mine. I stretch my arms in a upward motion and the rest of me follows as I lift higher into the atmosphere. When I reach the apex of my destination I fall onto my back, rotating my arms mocking a backstroke. I continue the entire way until I reach MY deserted  island. MY island has thousands of palm trees, as far as the eye can see and they cover the entire mountain side, MY mountain side. I look below me finding the perfect spot to land on MY beach and as I gently touch ground I can feel the sand filling in the gaps between my toes and the arches of my feet. I take another look around at MY kingdom that I have painted. There is more color now, greens, whites and all the colors of the flowers that are growing beside me. I turn towards the ocean and begin to walk to it. I kneel onto one knee and touch the glass with a simple fingertip and MY ocean is back. The waves crash against my flesh and I close my eyes. Lifting my head torwards the heavens tears start to stream down my face. A single tear makes it to the bottom of my chin and drops into the ocean. Simultaniously as the tear hits a flash of light explodes through the sky. I tilt my head forward and see the sun breaking over MY horizon and begin to laugh........MY painting is so beautiful........I am in my place......in my place.