Open your eyes. Look forward.
Stare beyond the shaded tree spreading its arms across your view.
A void.
An endless blue.
A deep gradient. A fuzzy texture, with no discernible shape. Nothing for the mind to latch onto, leaving the eyes to wander back to the comfort of the branches.
Vibrantly green with numerous forks, they gently sway as the breeze picks up, providing a chorus to listen to. The fresh yet tame earthy smell of the sparsely canopied hills wafts in with every breath. Fragrant reminders of a living world.
A thousand tufts tickle against your skin. Gently caressing, stirring the slumber within. Just a blink, and the rest will follow.
Look down. A cloud drifts into view. Crawling up towards the sun, reaching for the swaying green branches.
Its steady, gradual wander puts the world into motion. A solemn reminder that not all is truly still, subjected to a revolving globe. A turbulent atmosphere.
It climbs, and it climbs. Further, further, into the arteries of the tree branches. Until it is lost, bringing the globe to a standstill.
Blink, and the sun is gone.
A faint magenta glow silhouettes the black branches. Gently dancing still, their rustling unmistakable.
The darkness leaves the eyes astray. Not a single point to anchor or dock at bay.
A steady pulse marches inside your ears. An army, ready to fight for what’s dear.
Close your eyes. The breeze persists. Still gently blanketing the earthy fragrance of the oak woods on your face.
Resting, the pulsing weakens. Slowing down, but becoming louder. Everything else fading to the background.
Slowly, the breeze disappears. And with it, the fragrance.
Soon after, so too does the sea of tickling grass. The pulse skipping a beat.
The world pulls away. The world becomes numb. Senseless.
The world rests.
Recouping its brilliance.
Ready to return as vibrant as ever.
Yet.
Timeless hours pass.
The world doesn’t return.
Eyes, still devoid of light.
Skin, deprived of texture.
Nose, stifled from any flavor.
Ears.
Mind.
The mind wanders.
The memories, waiting to continue.
Unable to move forward.
Unable to wonder.
What.
When.
When will it return?
When will.
It.