Drifting

Bundled up.

My hands draw in the captured body heat providing the comfort I so need.

My voice grows quiet, beyond the horizon of my eyes. It is not long before I find myself sitting at the edge of my dreams. A vast space where my mind opens, slowly submerged in a golden sunlight, the beams pulling me along.

Ruby scaled fish shake their tails and hurry away.

Strolling, my thoughts meander aimlessly, showered by the sound of this world,

Looking up I encounter myself, mirrored on the surface.
Eyes meet eyes, and I can’t help but wonder.

Who is the reflection?