Relaxed

A flash fiction about coming home and relaxing after a long, hard day

I lie down on my bed sighing, "What a hard day."
As I lay, hanging over the wooden edge, I feel as if I am out of my body, watching it burn Amber and melt slowly to the gray carpet floor like lava, dripping honey, resting and eventually hardening.
Inhaling, I sit up and move on about, going to do the next activity.