provided by Fatal Syndrome, in response to the Holiday Frompt
Joy.
An unearthly feeling of bliss, contentment without feeling contained. Joy makes me feel like I’ve got a helium balloon at the base of my spine. Like I might float away and never come back.
For the briefest of moments, when he says my name, or strokes my cheek, when he slips my collar around my neck, or when he calls me “Pooh,” I feel this.
Joy.
Those moments are brief, but they burn bright. They flicker and spark, like a match to a flame.
Eternity is not a long time. It is a moment that lasts forever.