More Midnight Mumblings

A small glimmer catches my eye, reminds me of the glitter I glued to everything I could for most of my childhood.

I can hear several sounds, most noticeable is a sort of rushing sound. It reminds me of summer drives with the windows open, the breeze making my hair whip around.

The colours are warm to my right and cool to my left. They are like swimming in a cool river on a hot day. This is only disrupted by the small spot of warm very close to my left side, a warm body in cold water.

It's cool temperature-wise, but warm light-wise. The combination confuses my senses. Am I warm or cold?

My nose is chilly, reminding me that it exists. It always surprises me, like suddenly finding an apple tree in the middle of a bunch of maples.

My hands are warm, which always happens when I write. It reminds me of holding hands with my mom and brothers as a child. It reminds me of sitting with my fingers tangled in my dog's fur. It's comforting to me.

I can be anywhere in the world by just focusing on only one thing. I can be any time, too.

I look at the reflections in a glass, and I'm in a house of mirrors. I'm blowing bubbles and seeing tiny versions of my face reflected in each one.

I look at a blue couch and I'm opening my eyes underwater for the first time. I'm spinning on the spot, eyes on the sky.

I am anywhere, any time.