Lost I was, in the thoughts deep, the cold tingling breeze had something to do. The sun took a day off, hiding behind the blanket of thick black cloud. I could see the world barely complain. Today, the day had something much different to share. A tale of Mr.Traveller clouds and the breeze he rode, a tale of an adventure that filled him with self, a tale of deepest oceans and the companion birds, the mighty green haired mountains restricting his path, the sand and soil dancing with his ride like rejoicing kids, The mighty sun warming and burning his back and all about the foreign lands he touched and kissed. Every bit of him had something special to share. As I listened to him, like a kid listening to his father’s stories, a bubble of joy built in. Like a feather it flew, into the deep stressed mind, a troubled heart, all the tormented delights, It touched all which pained. Like a gentle kiss it soothed away. The sun had its inspiration on me I guess. The sleep tried to pull my eyes shut, I could barely stop it midway. I realized the need and a desire, strong to slumber. I pulled my blanket, warm and cozy. Nibbling and feeling the touch of soft warmth, I hummed along through the comfort. A sweet atmospheric lullaby had my ears whispered. The sleep embraced me in a swing. The thoughts faded into the dark. The conscious left me with a desire to see that world again, to hear what else more it had to say about the adventures. For now it was all I ever needed, with a blink of a priority conflict, a deep slumber had me possessed. I finally gave in. I desperately gave in. For all the years of needing it, for all the failed attempts to attain, I was finally put to sleep.
