Brass buttons

In this life we have no way of knowing. Every instinct tells me to carry on. He interjected "when I was a little baby, I flew in the sky like a parachute". Each brass button shined to mirror-finish; stars and crowns gleamed against a vague, velvet smoothness. Strange memories resurface as latticed layers peel away to reveal a lubricous core and suddenly I knew -every corner of me is you.