Midway

As the tender rays of sun

finger through the gaps in the blinds

and fall upon my face,

swaying back and forth

as the fan gently blows against them,

I lie quiet.

The rolling waves of sound

shoot upwards from the fan

and drift slowly down,

falling all around me like rain,

an intangible blanket.

My breathing is deep and lulled.

Sometimes the window is open

and I hear the birds

peep softly to greet the day.

A frail shell envelopes everything.

I am neither awake nor asleep.

Maybe I am both.

The world is frozen in time,

or it is stretching to all time?

I dare not stir.

I dare not think.

The minute I do, the spell of bliss

shatters in an instant.

Time resumes, I resume,

life continues and the hands on the clock

pass 6 AM.

I groan and rise.

Time to start the day.

The next spell will be just as beautiful.