Observation 9

Observation:
In line with our natures
We made a perfect cave for ourselves
Solace wrapped in darkness
Dry and full of such soft things
Warm blankets bathed in fresh cold air
I shift my covers and they crackle like fire
Light flaring and falling in the space of a breath
Alive in the time between heartbeats
It's such a ghost of a thing
That it possesses me completely
A whisper of magic as small as the sky