It starts as I am floating on
the surface of waking, somewhere
lost in time, where swimming was
like flying, and all the fish were birds.
I am inverted, a desperate version
of myself, sublimely dislocated. I
become a thief, a vagrant, an animal
in the woods who runs and hides.
Yet something is calling to me,
something so incredible and fleeting.
It pulls me back, hands and feet tingling,
sleepy and tired, climbing out of mist.
Model: [link] by ~Tigg-stock
Background: [link] by *Grinmir-stock
Lamp: [link] ~chop-stock