Suspended in the silence of my inner self bubbles of thoughts float freely. Waiting.
At peace, curled up and comfy, I close my eyes and observe the bubbles being buoyed along on the waves of quiet. Rainbow colours softly swirl their surfaces, the fluid movements enticing me to investigate.
A tendril of my mind reaches out to gently touch a single bubble, the lilac-silver surface pops under the pressure releasing its thought. Unformed words spread through the silent space and sink into my consciousness.
I sit in my quiet place, popping bubbles and not wasting time.