The warm air is soft on my soon to wake eyelids, hammock sleep being the lightest of all sleeps, in the multicoloured grown up sling that sways above the grass, half in sun, half in shade.
The ocean reaches to me from beyond the fence, the peace of the beach, the endless blue of home.
Peace plays around the edges of my mind, closer than it has been in many years, settling and easing my hectic constant swirls of black and grey.
The corner of my book digs into my shoulder, a discomfort too small to worry about in this moment which is so close to perfect.
Scars disappear into the kisses from the sun
Ozone and caffeine, mango and growing plant life and warmth, for once I am warm and still.
I open my eyes and he is there, watching, smiling slowly, he reaches down, pulls me from my curled afternoon long nest to wander through the evening.