Day Dream

Soaring through the sky.

Emerging through the fleecy downy clouds.

The wind gently stroking my hair, the sun tenderly embracing my skin.

I’m dazed, is this real or nothing but a trickery of my cognition?

Eyes shut tight, my heart beats. Steadily, unfaltering, unchanged.

This reality I perceive feels tangible, culpable, absolute.

My day dream has transcended me to the limits of my thoughts.

I’m perplexed, is this real or nothing but a dream?