Perfect little life

I’ve curated a perfect little life.
I look at it like a newborn sleeping in my arms, often
Turn it inside out, deep clean it piece by piece searching
For possibilities as if, it’s not of my body. Stand still within
its contortion, observe the space as if it were
my natural state not staying in one place
but not moving
Either.
Just hovering.
In dream form        obstacles are not to be avoided
But in this perfect little life
I watch myself fade