It was one of those dreams you don’t really remember when you wake. That
confused feeling is all you’re left with. You wake up fighting with sheets that
have tangled themselves around your limbs.
It was magical… I think.
Mystical… maybe?
And I know I wasn’t alone in it all.
I woke with a start just minutes after falling asleep, feeling like I was
being held under and drowning still. But before I could comprehend anything
fully, the magic pulled me back in and greedily I succumbed… fully, never once
looking back.
To say it was the most peaceful sleep would be to lie. Newborn babies
have more restful nights than I had. But I would do it all over in a heartbeat.
