A feeling

Feel the heart beat but you don’t sweat. You can close your eyes but you’ll always see something in your head. A picture, a feeling. That pounding heart beating as if it produced all of those stars shimmering on the inside of your eyelids. And they tickle a little bit caressingly, stroking your temple to sleep well and rest. Nothing is too warm or cold, it’s just perfect. Only the above-mentioned eyelids can get a bit heavy as they constantly remind you of the starry sky inside them. You release them to fall down like a fluff, gently. So that your hair may stroke you with any tiny move you make. And the air feeds every moment of disappearing hunger, you never have trouble breathing. the space is open even if you are inside with no windows. There is a melody playing in your ear even if you can’t hear it, your heart does as it beats to it. Your hands do as they clench on your shirt or in the fist. Only to make the muscles on your face contract despite the slumbery atmosphere of the moment, into a pure smile. 

it’s so striking every time, no matter how many times you have been through it and you heard the violins play, every time you hear them play, this tenderly, this softly yet clearly. 

Author's Note

-an experiment (exercise) that I wrote very spontaneously, I was trying to describe an emotion I was feeling. I would love to know how did this short piece of text affect you? Did you feel anything? If yes, what type of feeling was it? Pleasant/unpleasant?
Or did it not work at all and you felt nothing?
Feel free to write any feedback, I will be happy :)