Location Location

Where am I? I have taken one too many plane trips, train trips, long walks, short hikes, car trips with picnic blankets, car trips without picnic blankets, car trips to collect picnic blankets. I am by the sea one minute, in it the next, climbing down a valley, swimming in a lake, alone in a forest, until I cannot keep up with the pace of this shell of mine, this little pink holder of my world that changes its location faster than its socks. I close my eyes and see a small path before me, a grassy, gravely trail that leads around a corner. I follow it, I walk along to see where it leads, and as I tread, as I place one foot in front of the other, soft sleep overtakes me.