Waking Up
Something is pulling, calling toward a… warmth. Awareness flows toward the attraction, toward the warmth from… nothingness.Hesitation to leave nothingness. Warmth becomes compelling. Okay…Clarity forms out of the mist, ah, the in-between place. Not asleep, not awake. One of my favorite states.Awareness flows toward and into the warmth, a cold meteor diving into the center of a sun. Soaking, luxuriating, expanding until…I feel the edge. The point of contact. The curve of a pelvis embracing my...
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