Smooth, like chocolate on your tongue.
A mist, winding through your senses and relaxing every muscle in your being.
Fingers of the sun, slipping into your subconscious.
Soft rain drops kissing your skin.
You float above the world, satin dancing as you lower your body to the bed sheets,
wrapping them over you, a caterpillar awaiting metamorphosis.
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