A cool blue blanket. A soft white pillow. Birds create patterns on my quilt and trees make the border. My head is quiet, my heart is calm.
I want to sleep forever.
I want to leave forever.
A small insignificant dot lays under the blanket, swallowing the speck whole. The speck squirms and wriggles, but does not try to fight.
I want to let go.
I want to be free.
But I can’t.
That’s not how this works. It’s not my job to press quit.
I am not allowed.
I cannot hit delete.
I am too important.
So the speck crawls from underneath the big blanket and pushes away the pillows. The birds and trees part for me.
I am more important than a heartbeat.
I am more than flesh and blood.
I am a soul, I am a life.
I am an impact, however small.
I am someone’s lifeline.
I am their joy.
If their joy leaves, then they will be another speck, underneath the big blue blanket overhead.