My head rests easily in my palms and I feel my hair fall in strands over my fingers. Closing my eyes I let the exhaustion take control for just a second.
I just need a minute.
To close out the office noises, the ringing telephone, and the to-do lists and find an inner quiet that will tell me where this sadness is coming from.
I press my hands against my ears and feel despair sweep over me. Tears begin to pool but I threaten their sting and blink them away.
I wish I was…
Opening my eyes I gaze outside and look to the very top of the trees, where they meet the clouds; my favourite spot to watch. The wind catches their leaves creating an inviting pillow of green.
I wish I was there.
Laying amongst the peak, camouflaged by the layers of foliage with no responsibility, no bills; having experienced no over whelming burdens, no sadness, and no mental illness.
Just sleeping on top of a pillow of green underneath a perfect blue sky.