Going Places 

 It’s cold and I lie down on a bed 
A soft choir plays in the background 
I let loose my limbs
And feel myself sinking into the cushion
The music is played ever so softly
I can just hear the ghost of its melody
With my eyes closed
A pair of soft smooth palms 
Touches my chest
Goosebumps erupt all over
They spread lukewarm oil all over me
So softly, so sensuously
I open my eyes
I find myself on the terrace
Of a skyscraper 
So close to the sky
The heavens let down
A light shower
I close my eyes
It’s pleasantly cool
A slight breeze blows ever so slightly
I open my eyes again 
I am sitting near a lake
On a hot sunny day
I dip my feet into its cold waters
And feel the heat escape
It’s a relief like no other
I let my entire self go
Flowing away…

Life is good…sometimes.

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