When the stars come out to play and the evening takes on that aroma of the night, when the crickets sing for the joy of living, my bed awaits. I love the softness, the quiet, the sense of rest. My thoughts slow as a beautiful carousel, each dancing as ribbons from a kite string that reaches for sky, its colours embracing those lofty heights and inviting in the dreams that wear festival costumes and are formed of music. As I rest my bed is the four pillars beneath me, my safe place and cozy
Falling asleep was one of the best parts of the day, there in the cozy blankets, snug and safe, letting the world of dreams come to her in its dancing way.
And I rarely ever feel it.
Today, I feel like normal. How do I proerly explain this in words.
Today, it almost felt like I was back home. I did
