i'm like a child
sleeping with my head
on my mother's lap.
the sun shining outside,
the wind calm, barely moving.
time has stood still
with my breath
coming slowly, evenly.
her fingers running through
my hair.
i drift between sleep
and being awake.
she whispers or hums
i can't tell the difference.
it's quiet and calm.
my heart beats slower and slower
as i drift away.
consumed by the moment,
the never ending calm,
the warmth of sleep surrounding me.
longing for this comfort
i drift between
reality and dreams.
wishing when i close my eyes
i open them to this scene.
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