The grown-up dots on your eyes, letter-form, the letter i; minus a heart.
A balloon, LED lights lighting it up from the inside, or a chinese lantern, flying away from a wedding at night; making the sky lighter, bright.
Monday. Your alarm clock. That feeling. A sun-drenched office block at noon on a Monday. The second hand on the clock, taking its sweet time.
Walking around on both legs. Then running. Running on fade-out, in half-light, fading, getting weaker, but stronger, with each step. Half-close your eyes when you're sweat-drenched and you'll see.
Spread out on the sofa with a celebration drink, taste of fizzy sweets and early sun sleep.
Little pond in your garden containing strange alien creatures which will one day change themselves into frogs.
The colour blue.
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