Monday, February 27, 2006
Insubstantial, I'm surrounded in darkness. Soft, warm, embracing support, with a vague odor of....of me. Identifying my own natural scent lifts me up a level, closer to the surface. Sound is added to smell, a rustling of sheets and blankets. Up one more. Now there's a new sensation, cool air on...on my face. I am a body. I am solid, physical.