Altered

The song began, flowing 
over my bed in gentle waves, 
the breeze coming 
through the window shifted 
the air around me in a way 
I cannot accurately describe
except it felt and smelled 
like the damp saltiness of the sea 
at night. The song & the scent 
created moments that felt familiar 
in an ancient way, as if 
I was saturated in another time 
or level of being, an altered state, 
a cell-deep shift. 
It lasted for a few moments, then 
faded away with the song.

NaPoWriMo day 24 Prompt: Today, we challenge you to write your own poem that takes place at night, and describes something magical or strange that happens but that no one is awake (or around) to notice.