Snippet of summat… eventually?

It’s funny the things you remember, on that edge between waking and sleeping.

I remember poising my tongue against the smooth sharpness of my upper teeth.

I remember the flavors of vowels, short or long, rolling through my mouth, full and expectant.

The coolness of fricatives, to say ‘frozen’ and feel the chill, to release a tiny zephyr of my own with the syllables of the word and see it dance out into the world, a whisper beyond hearing or ken.

So many things you take for granted that I knew once, and will never know again.

My name is Maya, when I wake up, the feeling of words that once played over my lips is just a memory.

Sometimes, they feel so real, these phantom words, that I cry for what I’ve lost.