I rest my weary body on the soft, green grass.
I can feel the blades tickling my ears,
Scampering across my fingertips.
The rays of warmth tickle my skin,
Reaching for every nook, every little dark crevice,
Warming every inch of my being.
Someone is dancing with the shadows on my eyelids.
I can see it
I can feel it
The patterns swirling in the dark pink,
Little feet with little toes,
Who can it be, tracing little dance steps on my eyes?
I hear their Elvin giggle,
Light, like tiny, little bells.
My eyelids flutter, like dainty butterflies,
The little footsteps disappear,
The soft giggles fade.
The dull reality breaks into my thoughts,
The harsh concrete courtyard provides no comfort,
I am not home.