My nerves relax as the soft blankets enfold me in their accepting warmth. The crickets chirp in their own kind of beautifully off key orchestra. My heart beats as their metronome and the soft wind whispers lullibies to me in perfect harmony. I close my eyes and I am suddenly soaring through what I call mine for the night. The black sky contrasts perfectly with the abnormally large moon. I wonder if it is usually this big. The darkness is no match for my suddenly improved night vision. The leaves on the trees sway in different directions creating a pleasing sea of trees. I dip down closer. The sweet scent of grass absorbs me and I unknowingly slow down to take it in. I hover above the tallest tree in the forest and sense its contagious charisma. I rest. I tilt my head up towards the sky and observe the breathtaking view. Thousands of stars flash in tandem with the fireflies. I am sure they are smiling at me with acceptance. I am taken away by the happiness that washes over me. I never knew bliss could take a shape so strong. And as I reach my peak, my eyes open. I realize that my time in the eye of the hurricane has passed and I am harshly forced back into reality. I smile feebly and I get out of bed.
"Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there." -Adam Young
