Air

Standard

I am air

Insubstantive

Living in a dream

“Wake up!” voices echo

the words appear to me in floating text

to accompany the sound of the utterance

So many ways to alarm a person out of her stupor

Still she lingers in it

Refuses to let the synapse fire

The one that alerts her to rise from her slumber

To wake from the dream

Experience the flesh and blood of it all

Herself

Life

Bathe in the warmth of the blood circulating through her veins

Arteries

All the little passageways of her body that allow life to flow

Why choose figmentation when one can have such warmth?

Let the heat from within emanate outward

Warming others in her wake

An act of selflessness.

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