We really could teleport as kids. Close your eyes and poof!
A piece by Undying Spirit
Watching the moving fan,
Which made rotations in speed;
Its invisible blades created a whirlpool of air,
And this thought made me wonder deep.
Hearing the ticking of clock,
And the horn of a vehicle on road pass by,
I waited for them,
To come and fill my heart;
Yet again with peace and security.
A fear of cats and imaginary ghosts, kept me still;
While snore of people around,
Created a life to the ghost’s roar.
Pace of my heart slowly calmed,
While the strings of my thoughts
Became strings of my dreams;
Slipping me into a parallel world,
While I’m sound asleep.
Feeling something softer than cushion,
And arms wrapped on shoulder instead of velvet,
Opening an eye suspiciously, and looking by around,
I realized I was on a journey.
I now realize, at an age of single digit,
I was on the best journey of my life.
The journey in secure arms of my father,
Covering a distance from sofa to bed.