The feel of aether

 Sleeping

Floating in silk, enwrapped with the solid mist of dreams, 

holding on to me, the whispers, the images

showing, feeling, wondering

where am I

somehow known, recognisable

yet, also somehow otherworldly

opening arms, lifting and floating

speeding across the ground

hear sounds outside of it

they take on more reality

birds, warmth of the sunshine tinkling through the leaves

eyes slowly open, unfocused

wake

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