Where are you going, my little ones? The day is new, and there is far yet to sail. Let me hide the horizon, transforming its vastness into a cosy room, and the swaying of the boat into a rocking-chair to lull you into gentle reveries. Distance is invisible, the gaping gulf between the now and the next curtained out of sight.
What has brought you from your beds, my dears? Let me swirl around you, my vaporous fingers untying the knots of memories and fear, and smoothing them out with calm and peace.
The waters are deep, my darlings, but let me cover them with my veil, obscuring their reflexions. Then you will not see yourselves and be reminded of your torment. I shall hover over the uneasy waves to prevent them from showing you their dark, brooding troubles, and so their currents may not reveal their cold, vicious secrets.
How will your journey end, my angels? Let me wrap you ever tighter in my tendrils and whisper misty words in your ears. Come with me, further into the soft down of the haze, and together we will play in the white swirling vagueness where air meets water and dreams swim free.
(Written in response to a prompt on creativewritingink.co.uk)