shifts in time zones and early morning flights

a full body sense of discombobulation

i meant to read but woke three hours later as the tablet fell with a surprisingly jarring impact against my face

panic set in

where am i, whose bed is this, why is it so cold in here

eyes refusing to focus, bleary and indistinctly familiar surroundings smoothed the rough edge of frantic half dream survival instinct

fumbling fingers fighting out of the cocoon of blankets, the half sleep, the emergent butterfly from chrysalis

all to check the time

which in turn becomes check and see if maybe a seraphim spoke

i find myself checking for angelic repose, that quick adrenaline spiked moment of sheer ecstatic joy in that moment of alignment with her celestial frame

more often than i care to admit

i have a condition

she had mentioned plucking a quill from her very own wing and letting the magic bleed from it’s nib

she did not word it that way, but embellishment of all things her is a sacred duty, one i perform with verve

in my sleep addled state her words washed over me with a gentle caress

her spell, softly woven, was like a lover’s sweet embrace

i make no assumptions as to meaning hidden in another’s words

just in the way they make me feel

and it made me feel buoyant

perhaps it was just a dream

a fugue like state brought on by a week of travel and drawing into the gravitational force of something i had stopped believing in

the gentle melodies of echoed sentiment ringing out in kind, a sense of two voices complimenting one another before blending into one haunting refrain

sleep calls me again and this is a call i must answer

her words a lullaby as i drift away

her seraphic serenade