02 November 2012

Twenty-nine-Seven


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.

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