Barefoot,
light and few clothes on. 
Being, 
with a calm breath,
in a warm space. 
It could be sand, grass, or an expensive rug, a huge one, under my feet. Something soft, something pleasant and pure to walk on, like cotton clouds. 

No urgency, no rush, I enjoy my stay here. 
No one to tell me where to go. 
No one to give me suggestions. 
No one to tell me what to do. 

Worries are asleep, while anxiety gets some fresh air in the open sea. 
Sweet are the words I speak and gentle is the touch. 
Deep in the ground, my inner anchor is resting. 
Safe and free is the expression of myself. 

This is not a fantasy or a dream, it’s real: 
it’s the way you make me feel.