Fireflies

The sparks in my belly

Nervous. Excited. Not knowing how long it will last. Losing sleep and waking up in the twilight zone. It was always the feeling of butterflies. Not today. Not now.

There is something new dancing, front and center stage in my tummy. Choreography curated by my wildest dreams. With a compliment, call, or cuddle, these butterflies turn into fireflies. Reawakening childhood memories. The greatest recollection of those young summer nights. We would chase the glowing lights with our worn out paper cups and try to capture just one.

And it’s in that moment, you finally lure that bright radiance into the dark hollow space. Peel back the lid slowly and take a peek inside. Moving carefully and holding onto hope that it won’t escape. The pure joy, the most honest happiness, and greatest innocence. You bring me back to my paper cup. These glimmers of light inside me electrify my summer nights. A new memory to last a lifetime.