Floating, such an abstract thought. Not flying or soaring,
not really even moving. Just resting on air, perfectly relaxed, mind clear and
hazy. I’m floating. My eyes are shut, but barely, loosely. Reds and dark purples lazily shift across my vision, crisscrossed with streaks of white and pink. I calm my breathing: in, out, controlled. The peace moves from my core, my very being, and flows throughout
my body, reaching my extremities. I feel my fingers begin to pulsate. The soul is content. My body takes on an otherworldly feeling. I’m there but I’m not; I am a participant and a viewer.
I am truly at peace.