I Feel Like...

Hammock days. Lazy. Fluid. Floating, or drifting. Draping my arms over the head of the plush paisly armchair by the window, just to stretch a little as I rest my eyes...Feline. The slats on the window are shut...but they let in just enough light to set a peaceful, get-away-from-it-all-mood...butter-cup yellow and grapefruit...the smell of pomegrantes...Grandma's fish cakes...Bare feet, legs, thighs...Oversized Giants' T-shirt/Jersey, just because it was my dad's...Comfort. Palm trees with addled brains and dry hair...clear caribbean ocean. Driving in the car, roof down, just cruising, but...soundlessly. No interruptions. Waves lapping at the shore. Languidity. The smile of the sun over a stoccato ocean, flat and dimpled...and gold. The silver fish I saw in a tank of goldfish yesterday. Warm waters. White sands. Just laying inside of my dreams...Good morning.