I feel so decadent immediately after being drenched in sunlight. At first, the smell and radiating heat of sun-cooked skin mixes with a hazy sublime tiredness that slowly washes over me. It feels a little bit naughty: an unfairly won lazy euphoria arrived at without effort and full of pleasure.

And in that moment i didn’t know if they were really there or if they were a hallucination: the personification of moonlight’s impossible love for darkness. The light only able to almost touch them but never linger, refracted at all angles by the everythingess of them. Their skin was made…

It was morning time, i think. But maybe i’d woken up later than that, which would make it afternoon — even late afternoon. The sun was still up, but i’m pretty sure it was summer, so it could of been as late as 6. The time didn’t matter much it…

Please don’t believe me when i say that everything i am about to tell you is exactly how i experienced it. I want to tell you what happened, but it’s been so long that it’s hard to know what’s real and what i’ve created to absolve myself. Or, it’s hard…

Nicolette Mimieux

Hoping to find truth and understanding in creation.

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