HEAD IN THE CLOUDS

I’m warm in my bed of clouds. My body feels weightless as I float, and the gentle but cool breeze kisses my skin. My heavy eyes watch the images play out above me. My heart swells witnessing the love between parent and child. It dips at the loss of the secret father to a loving son. My breath squeezes my lungs watching the demon waiting patiently in the darkest part of the room. And my body is tensed into stone until the hero successfully defeats the villain.

In my warm bed of clouds, a smile stretches across my face as I witness a passionate love. Anger heats my body at the injustice and wrongdoing of power-hungry men. Salty tears sting my eyes and blur my vision at the loss of a child. Shocked screams rip from my throat at the unexpected death of the heroin.

In my warm bed of clouds, I snuggle deeper into the warmth while witnessing the crescendo of lovers after a long wait. I close my eyes to decisions that may destroy a happy ending. I stop watching all together after leading ladies are made out to be simpering idiots. And boredom hits me like a dry gust of wind to the face when I know how everything will end, before it’s barely begun.

In my warm bed of clouds, I love getting lost in the images that play above my head. Like being submerged underwater I become a silent observer of the world around me. I slip in out of the characters souls forever carrying pieces of them tucked within myself. Their emotions are mine their experiences are mine.

I am apart of all their stories.

In my warm bed of clouds with the cool breeze kissing my heated skin I can live outside of my own world that is dark and uncomfortable. Here in this cosy bed, warmed by soft sheets and cooled by the fan my world is what I make it. I live in worlds filled with imagery and creations that make my heart gallop with excitement and my spirit swell with emotion. These images, whether imagined, seen and heard or self-made, bring me comfort. Here in my warm bed of clouds even the sky is not the limit.