I fly…

Cool tickle of polyester between my toes,
My pillow feels like clouds,
Sweet heavy pain of mystery in my hands.
The lights flicker, cars pass by,
People talk and children laugh and cry,
But I don’t notice….
A flutter of the pages and I fly!

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