Warm Foothills

I picked up the blanket,
and buried myself
under the sheets
The sky turned black treacle,
warm enough
to close my eyes.

I opened my eyes as a
Tiger on the grass
next to a river
with tangerine trees
and marshmallow skies,
I looked around to find
the mother tiger
with my kaleidoscope eyes.

she called me in
the boat on the river,
I shut my eyes and took
the leap of faith.
In the air, I looked at her
eyes, and realized
Everything around me was made of
faith,
and trust,
and pixie dust.

at that moment,
I believed in fairies,
the myths, and dragons.
It was all real
as the here and now.

My head calmly rested
in her lap,
she took her arm and
laid it on my head.
Suddenly,
I existed on the inside,
and became too lost on the outside
to be.

I opened my eyes and looked around.

Everything seemed a little bit
more beautiful,
except my inside.

The arm over my head was
missing.

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