泡沫

Like a cat coming to sit on my lap, a soft weight closes over me.

Not heavy enough to be called heavy, but I am unable to brush it off.

The space before my eyes degrades into darkness...

...my consciousness, sinking down into a dark place...

...and at its opposite, something like a bubble floats up from the dark.

It is probably what you would call a memory.

If it manages to touch my consciousness, then I'll relive a moment from the past.

There are many things I don't remember, so maybe it could be one of those...?

My senses, sinking down, touch against the rising bubbles.