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

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