Guided Hypnosis #72

 Where were you last night?

Folded in the cosmos' cobwebs, you moved in a daze through the din.  Everything popped with purple and gold, a party, you think, on your behalf.  Somewhere nearby, you hear laughter and loud cheers, as if happiness had a color.  You, you stood still in one spot and let it all melt over you like the buttery sun.

It's then that a friend you've only just begun to know appears beside you and puts a kind hand on your arm while she tells you, you deserve this.  You blink at her, your mouth matching her smile though it's not clear what you've done until she goes on.  "Your career, the way you think, it's an example for others," she says, stringing more words together even in this brevity than you've ever heard her string together before.

All you can feel is the aroma of kindness.  This place, it cradles you, it lulls you while you sway.

Before you can turn your brain on to think, your grandmother, gone from your earthly plain for over a decade now, bursts into the room and this is when you realize all of it is a dream.  Your grandmother doesn't appear in this realm often but whenever she does, she comes with news and support.  She comes to let you know you are exactly where you are meant to be.  She comes to love you more than life.

This time, she comes baring gifts: floating from a strand in one hand is a silver heart-shaped helium balloon that says something like "Congratulations" in bright red letters, busy stripes making up the backdrop.  In the other hand, she has a pale green envelope with her sophisticated cursive spelling your name across the front.  "Read it later," she tells you. "Now it's time to celebrate."

Whatever else was there turned to stardust and burst.

Awake, all you remember is your friend and your grandmother and the happiness they brought forth within you.  You can't ever recall feeling so loved.  Dancing your way into your day, you play those brief clips over and over so you can remember them well before you have a chance to write them down.  You giddily chirp these glad tidings into a message you send to a friend as you clump this good omen in with the rest.

Your life, anymore, has become a sea of synchronicities that confirm you are one with your golden path.

As if to prove it, another such moment happens at once and you ping your friend's inbox once more.  It just happened again! you say, remembering what it was like to be the child certain she heard sleigh bells on a Christmas Eve long ago.

This life piles magic, you think as your echoed reply to that dastardly question that pings while you wake -- where were you last night?  

As if it mattered.  As if it could be measured.  As if memory served.

You were where you always are: exactly where you're meant to be.

2023

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