The floor is cold.
Well, the whole room is old; it's a freezer.
But,
the floor is the pinnacle, and now I must reach it.
I lay my back and rest my head
I close my eyes
I breath
I imagine the air leasing my lungs, freed by chilled expression
I swallow
,And,
I'm there.
A voice sings...
"Do you know paradise?"
Do you know how the trees sway, removed from pollution?
Gritten grooves, gritten grooves"
"I'll get the cheese out of the freezer."
The door opens.
"What the..."
