Free Fall

Free fall,

from my pillow to the stars~

I’m a child again,

running through a field of buttercups,

lying on cool grass,

counting fireflies lighting up the sky,

floating down a river just before dawn,

my paddle slicing the silver water,

opening my eyes to the sun,

streaming through my window,

back in my middle-aged body,

counting the hours until

I escape again.

©annettealaine2018

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