figment

softly worn white sheets, freshly shaved legs, a baggy t-shirt and the muted golden light of a nearby lamp. the night felt calm. cosy. the perfect amount of average.

her room felt perfectly silent. it wasn't quiet in anticipation or gave a sense of fear, it just seemed peaceful, at rest. she knew that out there the world was loud, opinions roaring, machines chugging and fists fighting. yet, in that moment she forgot. she felt immersed in the peacefulness and all noise faded away. 

her mind drifted to a meadow, a sea of green and lavender. the sky was blue, not baby or royal, just blue, scattered with wisps of white. there were no feelings of itchiness or discomfort as she dreamt herself lying in the meadow, she only felt the warmth of the sun catching her face. 

she imagined herself, lying on her back, arms spread, watching the world above her. she was captured in her thoughts, writing down notes in her nearby journal, smiling as her eyes filled in awe of her surroundings. 

she dreamt of dancing, her body moving freely as music ran through her, reaching even the tips of her fingers. she was leaping, twirling and spinning, making herself giddy as her eyes blurred with dizziness. 

she dreamt of herself running through the overgrown grass, shouting with glee and laughter. her body filled with a sense of carelessness and pure happiness. 

in a moment her eyes blinked her back into the quietness of her bedroom and she smiled, rolling herself further into warmth of the duvet, feeling golden with the thoughts of her imagination. 

- OG