I dream of dada

I am surrounded by color, held really, in a bed or nest of color. Oranges and reds and yellows. Burnt and brick and brownish. All around, pressing me,caressing me, on me. Defining my shape and size. Getting tangled in my hair. Some of the color is light, translucent shifting in brightness. Alive. I am floating in it, completely buoyant. Some of the color is solid, unchanging. opaque. Wrapping and swirling around my legs and arms. It is soft, warm and comforting and silky and smooth. Like ribbons, it feels nice. I am suspended and supported in these colors, textures and light. Then color wants to penetrate me. I am reluctant …as I have never had this sort of experience before with color, unsure how it would work, technically… the color is persistent and gentle and rather convincing. Soon I am burnt orange, red, smooth, warm, translucent all around and deep inside too. I awaken in wonder and gratitude, still aroused.