I wake up in a non-somnambulistic state and warm myself with a perfect cup of tea brewed without footprints. I no longer live in the house my great-grandparents built because I have heard they didn’t have enough doors and had more locks. Their windows weren’t even big enough for bird calls. I have seen their great pictures of sunrises on the wall, sunsets were grander in their photographs. We can’t imagine how that would have been to live with. I am told that I have risen from ashes, so I stopped burning having burned again and again. I fly through every world without casting a shadow.
hopscotch
missing some
touching some