The Float
The Float I am very still. My chest barely moves with each breath. I am calm. I am warm. I feel a rolling sensation across my skin and along my scalp, pushing every follicle straight. I close my eyes. I am comforted. I lift above and beyond my weight. Only like lifting a baby. I feel the air all around me and the pounding of my own heart. I feel a peace I have always known was there. I open my eyes and find I am right where I was. Published: The Writers Newsletter Envision Arts Magazine The Tribes Literary Magazine
