Flying

Trapped in reality The repetitive grind The daily cycle Awake, asleep Awake, asleep This morning is different I wake I stretch I yawn Sleep rubbed away From half open lids I notice I puzzle I feel Beneath bedclothes Abnormal additions Attached to my back  Yet part of me Warm like my skin I am not scared I am curious I focus They twitch I sit up They unfurl Iridescent and gossamer I concentrate They flutter I learn They move faster They lift me I hover I practice I get stronger I grow confident I open the window Finally, I fly free