1

I wake up; to you.
Your face and I remember you.
You are here, too?

Sitting upright.
Putting glasses on.
Squinting.
It’s bright here.
Velvet behind me.

Looking out to a vast landscape.
Greens and yellows and blues and pastels.
This space lacks toxicity.
This room is filled with finest aromas.

And I get it now.
I just appeared here.

My body isn’t aching.
My heart is filled.
Tenderness in the air.

I look at you, moving around effortlessly.
Seemingly less confused then me.
Since when have you been here?
Is this my, or is it your idea?

Soft voices fill the air.
Ours.
I speak without noticing.
So easy here.

Your words, your touch.
Ecstasy.
So real, here.

The fleeting moment that lasts an eternity.
The possible peace.
The possible freedom.

Behind a vail.


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