A fish, floating by.
I love fish.
A long, long time had I been out here.
How I would’ve loved to have returned.
Climbed I up the boat’s water ladder.
A strange sensation, that of ****** and misplacement.
The wind, cold but relaxing, blew against my suit and pulled the water to join its larger colony at the edge of the boat.
Heat, contradicting the wind.
I love the sun.
A long, long time had I been out here.
How much I missed my home.
Exited he the cabin.
A familiar sensation, that of smiling and friendship.
The towel, warm and fuzzy, protected from the wind; thought the wind wasn’t bad, it had started to bite because it was wet, and it thus made me happy.
Clothes, comforting yet alien.
I love being comfortable.
How I would’ve loved to have been comfortable on the ship.
Slept I in the most comfortable bed.
A strange sensation, falling in nothing.
The dream unreachable.
Hair, in my face.
“Hey, mornin’.”
“Morning.”
“You didn’t say ‘hi’ when you got back.”
“Sorry…”
“It’s okay, welcome home.”
Jumped I into the great open sea, unsuited.
A strange sensation, falling in everything.