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Nov 2013
In her dream there is nothing but light


Spilling onto her body
Her face illuminated
Caressing her eyelids
Warming her back
There is nothing but light
Everything white-yellow
Warm
Welcoming
Quiet
And she knows it's wrong
So she gets up,
Trying to move a finger
A toe
Twitching her nose
And then she stands up


And she can hear cicadas
And she can hear the faint tinkling of a wind-chime
She lifts her arms and twirls
But her arms aren't there


And she's okay with it
And she opens her eyes,
But she doesn't see
And she can't smell
And she can't breath


And she can't breath
And she can't smell
But she doesn't see.
And she opens her eyes,
And she's okay with it.


But her arms aren't there.
She lifts her arms and twirls
And she can hear the faint tinkling of a wind-chime
And she can hear cicadas


And then she stands up.
Twitching her nose
A toe
Trying to move a finger
So she gets up,
And she knows it's wrong.
Quiet
Welcoming
Warm.
Everything white-yellow
There is nothing but light
Warming her back
Caressing her eyelids
Her face illuminated
Spilling onto her body



In her dream there is nothing but light
Written by
Lauren Sage
520
   Elaenor Aisling
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