Long arms wrap around me.
Their fingers block my eyes.
What I see is what I feel, and it doesn't seem wrong.
But my mind tells me otherwise.
The arms whisper sweet nothings, but inside they mean something.
I try to get away, try to force them to lose their grip.
But they don't budge, not even a little.
But they don't hold tighter, either.
I don't feel constrained.
The feeling goes against everything I know, but it feels real.
Tired of fighting, I give in to their gentle force.
I lay there, in the arms, and fall to rest.