Not a real place.
When I hide under the sheets at night
I imagine us running away together, to not a real place.
I imagine big. much bigger than I.
The place looks hazy and I lose all my edges.
I fit right in and i can run for miles.
The trees are so lush and the air feels so warm.
The hair on the back of your neck stands up.
I can hear the cicadas in the breeze.
The stream is so gentle on our toes, but
your feet begin to look cold and your
belly begins to rumble.