So if it's a safe option for me and if I choose to do so,
I close my eyes now.
I'm not sure where I am.
I always feel safe of course,
But it's a nice place.
It feels like abandoned,
But not in a scary way.
The windows are huge and a little dirty.
It feels like no one has been here for a very long time.
Outside there is a garden and it needs some care,
But at the same time it has a wild beauty.
I like it so much.
I'm inside the huge windows.
One of them is a little bit broken in the corner.
It feels a little cold in here and I'm wearing something very light and white.
The whole image is very dreamy and it's like it has a green-blue tint.
I might be dreaming,
I don't mind it.
I walk a little bit.
I take a few steps and I'm barefoot and there are crunchy leaves inside on the floor.
I see a bookcase.
It's mostly empty and very dusty.
At its top edge it's decorated with designs from white plaster.
Well,
It used to be white,
Now it's blue-grey.
I see a book.
I grab it.
Its cover is hard,
It could be leather.
It feels luxurious and very old,
But in great condition.
It's heavy.
I open it and I feel some kind of magic.
I feel it like it literally vibrates in my hands,
Like a very soft tremble.
I feel something about this book.
I open it and I see words in nice lettering,
Some of them calligraphic.
I like it.
I don't read it,
I don't care to read the words,
But I somehow know they're nice,
Uplifting,
Beautiful words.
I take a moment and just feel those words.
I bring words to my mind without necessarily reading them.
Words that feel uplifting,
Magical,
Nice,
Cute,
Inspiring.
As I hold the open book,
The words start moving.
The letters get mixed up,
Nothing makes any sense.
And starting from my thumb,
The words climb onto my skin.
I suddenly have tattoos all over my hands and arms,
My chest and neck.
On my face,
My whole body is covered with words.
Nice words,
Cute words,
Inspiring words.
Actually,
I have all the letters in the world,
I can make up all the words I want.
What words would I want as my tattoo?
The letters don't stop moving on my body.
They move,
They change shapes,
They change words.
The color is dark grey,
It's not exactly black.
And I actually feel those words under my skin.
I like it,
It feels so inspiring.
This must be a dream,
So I'm safe.
As I stand there with this empty book in my hands,
I see my reflection on the window and I see the words keep moving and the dark grey color of the letters starts changing.
It becomes lighter and lighter and lighter until it becomes light.
The words are almost gold on my skin right now,
And then lighter and lighter.
The letters are now small cracks that let some kind of light from within me come out.
Eventually it's so bright that I can't see any letters anymore,
I can only see myself like a maid from light.
I feel this warm light.
I feel it on my hands.
On my face,
On my back,
My belly,
My legs.
And in a way I feel it with all my senses.
I close my mouth and swallow and I taste it.
I take a deep breath in through my nose and I smell it.
I see it in my hands,
On my body,
In my reflection.
I hear it in this moment,
In these words in my head.
And I feel it on my skin,
Warm and light.
Light.
In a moment it starts dimming,
Like it's slowly switching off,
Less and less light until it all comes back to this blue filter all around me and on me.
The light is off,
The book is on the cell,
I'm standing there.
I'm taking a moment,
Taking a deep breath in and I open my eyes.
I see it in my face,
On my body,
In my reflection.
