Fantastical Misfortune
The air feels so light on my skin I almost feel it skipping over me; I settle against it like a good friend by my side.
It is as if the air itself supplies the energy in my step
The smile in my stare
The incarnation of a giggle under my breath
A chill comes over me so quickly it almost instantly becomes history
As the sun’s power overtakes the cold and its distance memory sits deep in my subconscious I ignore the little stain it leaves behind.
I rush to the sand and feel the crumbles of its moist dough between my toes
The happiness flooding through my psyche is so warm and so permanent
The chill comes again. This time it lingers so vaguely you wouldn’t notice if it hadn’t already happen.
The sunshine now feels dim and my head starts aching so slightly I must be hysterical
I ignore these mixed messages and run into the water; As I get ready to feel the cold blast of the grandest bath you could ever have I instantly get thrown back
It isn’t water
It isn’t cold
I am not wet
The sand no longer crumbles it stings and taunts me up my legs.
The chill just continues to get stronger and stronger until I am robbed completely of the suns rays
As everything I was feeding upon begins to slip away and the ocean turns black as far as the eye can see
I realize…I am awake.