Sleepily

I drifted off in the paradise
of summer air swishing
through a fan’s blades,

My right arm rested against
the soft mattress, the cottony
sheets like heaven’s fog,

My left arm behind my head
I reflect on my past lives
all the summers spent as a child.

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