Solar-Powered

I love to lay in bed
when the sun is up
and pouring through my
window.
Little shards of sunlight
are caught in my lashes
and I can't help but
smile:
I feel like I am golden.
The whispers that make
bubbles
- bubbles blown by laughing children
on hot summer days -
are gathering,
clinging to my skin,
blessing my day.
I drink in the warmth,
the comfort,
and I know that if I
fall asleep now,
I can only have
good
dreams.
Dreams that show me:
I am beautiful.
Dreams that tell me:
I am powerful.
Dreams that promise me:
I can have adventure.


Perhaps
I am solar-powered.