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with the soft raise of a finger, a flutter of the eyelids or a slight arch in the back

my toes were no longer my toes and my feet were tense

i could feel the sheets slide off of my body and i knew that i was sleeping

and my eyes were closed but they were wide open

i was breathing slowly, inhale, let it go, inhale, let it go

the air had the slightest breeze in it, a warm breeze like summer

it's winter and the trees are lifeless, leafless, really

i was inside though, where it's warm and my hair was falling behind my shoulders

and even though that should have told me something was wrong

i felt myself being lifted and instantly i could see the world before me

the room was not completely darkened, though that would have been nice

a few scattered candles sat atop various pieces of furniture

the flames were mesmerizing; i wanted to dive into them

i wanted to dance, but my body was lying flat

alone and still lifted inches off of my bed i stopped breathing

i wasn't alone, i could feel it running through my veins and swirling in my mind

there was music but it was not one song

it was as though every song in the world sailed by my eyes

and i saw what melody was; i could taste the sound of strumming

it was the sweetest song that i've ever heard

and when i tried to reach out for the one i could have sworn was right there

a violent jerk of my body had awakened me,

and my room was just a room.

i was just someone breathing. let it go, let it go, let it go,

inhale.

and when i did, i began to wonder,

those dreams where you only remember 'falling'

and your body jerks itself awake,

how can we be so sure

that we weren't being lifted.