Sitting on a bed of sheets, I’m melting into Bon Iver’s 22, a Million feeling belly-warmed and soothingly heavy by fermented means of pre-5 o’clock cheap red Vino. My internal temperature begins to represent the external consequence of a fair skinned rebel; moderately but *sigh* alas enjoyably sunburnt skin. I touch my peach tinted arm and it feels hot to my fingers, letting go quickly to see the colors change rapidly like one of those old 90’s mood rings I predicted my future upon. The hair stands a light white blonde contrasting the warm tint and I ingest the satisfaction of varying textures featured on a human supporting my unalterable belief that we, are works of art.

Time is not a worrisome concept today, a rarity in itself and the seconds are gathered between the freckles I’m aligning with dotted trails of small nail prints. The sensation of consistent barely there stimulation allows for a deeper sink into the melodies. While examining my body’s map and broadening the awareness of my physicality, my fingers slip from the imprinted glass sourcing my serenity and a sip of red wine seeps from my parted lips; making its way over the hill of my chin and down the middle of my neck. I’m not bothered by this. It actually feels quite romantic.

The room is dim as it simultaneously calms and awakens my thought processes. My surrounding visibility becomes more clear and my senses are now fully peaked. A crisp pocket of air passes over the surface of my skin through the open vessel of a window accompanying my left side and I immediately shed gratitude for the brilliance of this feeling, cooling the incubated environment.

I think to myself,

“Am I still here? Have I slipped into an alternative state of consciousness?”

I suppose, by means of conceptual subjectivity, this question falls victim near the others accumulating on an eternally expanding yet probably unanswerable list but its wonderment longs with me.

I am now coasting between the spaces of fresh air and solitudinal breath; both of which are further intoxicating the life seeping from my opened lips.

For right now, that’s enough for me.

Ample gratitude, for your presence.

-K