Wrapped in a polychromatic blanket

Waves tickling my toes

I watch the sky

Paint itself.

Otherworldly smears of

Greens and blues and purples

Move across a backdrop of

Blackness that is

Sprinkled with stars.

Like a galactic lava lamp.

I can almost hear the brush strokes

Being made on the breeze

That blows strands of hair

Around my face.