theoblationscholar
windy; the way I fall asleep to the sound of electric fan blades whirring, it was the afternoon nap we kids were obliged to do, lying on the air bed in our grandparents' home
windy; the way I fell asleep with the blades moving in a blur and the formulated wind kissing the soles of my feet, I carry this with me in my dream, I fly, I soar, it all seems too good to be true but I dream that it's real