My eyes close.

When they open I’m back there. My book is on the table where I left it the night before, my fluffy violet blanket neatly covering the lounge chair on the deck, the crystal lake water lapping at the lilac sand on the beach.

My legs are tucked comfortably close to my body, hidden under the warm quilt. It’s not hot but it isn’t cold.

Under the blanket, the crisp breeze doesn’t touch me. It wafts gently through my hair, soft and calming. Its sweet whistle hums past my ears, more delicate than birdsong.

My hair floats, supported by the breeze, it’s platinum waves shining mauve in the periwinkle light of the setting sun.

I curl up under the blanket, book in my lap watching the lavender sky.

Here, I don’t have to worry about rent, about work, about life. I can drift away dreaming of a cloudless sky. The thought of reports and deadlines can’t reach me here, can’t find me in the haze.

Here, I don’t have to worry about anyone, about anything. I can just dream my self away.

I feel the walls of lilac fog building up around me. I see the sunlight wane. I breath it in, the isolation. It’s refreshing, it’s calm. I close my eyes, dreaming of violet days and indigo nights.

At some point, I will have to wake up. But that doesn’t have to be soon, doesn’t have to be now. Because when the fog comes creeping in, I never want to leave. I just want to stay forever. Forever in that lavender haze.