You’re a generous nob of butter that’s just slid off the side of a very sharp knife. Falling down and down until you stop abruptly. It’s warm. You begin to melt on the new surface for which you have landed. The surface is surprisingly soft and warm.  You begin to melt, flowing and dripping down. This is the beginning of your adventure over skin.

Sliding down gravity taking me for the ride of my life, as I flow I brush against blades of soft hair standing on end from what looks to be a mound of skin. The mound is holding the blade, elegantly, like a work of art. The mound relaxes as I flow over engulfing the blade warming and relaxing the surface to a flat position while the blade relaxes and floats in my silky buttery body of golden yellow moisture.