Thursday, July 23, 2015

Horizontal

That feeling.

When your feet are finally at the level of your heart. Your blood is returned without having to fight gravity. You feel the throb deep in your heels, the heaviness in your bones. There is a thin film of sweat covering your body but you don't care. All you care about is the fact that you are no longer standing, reaching, bending, pulling, straining, and concentrating. This moment, this...is bliss. You're not breathing in your own carbon dioxide or trying to see through your fogged eye protection.

You are finally horizontal. The scenes from the day intrusively play themselves out behind your eyelids but you don't care because you are still, silent, and free.

For a few hours.

4 comments:

Six Oaks said...

Described.Absolutely.Perfectly.

girlvet said...

I can relate to this so much.

OMDG said...

Showering post call feels pretty nice too. :-)

Srini vasan said...
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