clichés and other daydreams

falling asleep under a tree // hogwarts

it had been a long bright day of spring classes. you were nearing spring break and many midterm assignments had just been turned in. now you were going to have to wait for grades, although all of the cram work had been done. you had been walking the uneven path around the lake for awhile now, because your normal company had been caught up in their final classes. you realized the bright light from earlier had already faded, naturally without notice as you'd been immersed in thought. the clouds looked full. as if they were heavy or simply soaked cotton. you briskly walked to under a tree, it was your favorite kind that only grew outside of the forbidden forest. you settled down amidst its thick roots near the shore of the black lake. the lake was choppy, wind stirring up waves and darkening the already deep water. you could see the waves hitting the shore, but they were too far away to feel the mist. as you buttoned up the oversized buttons on your even larger coat, you realized how absolutely cozy and serine you were. you could see the rain staring to release from the clouds, you could watch the wind whipping the waves, and you could see students scurrying inside. but as you observed your own body, all you could feel was a dry warm glow. it felt almost as if the sun had decided to hover just above the skin, as if your jackets fabric were settling in all of the right places, and as if every breath was as soft and floaty as the last. you wondered fleetingly if this was a place of dumbledores creation. the thought left as you sunk further back into the tree, enjoying the perfectly temped heat and sullenly beautiful surroundings. you could see the rain falling down around you, rolling off of leaves and branches above you and mud forming on the ground. somehow it all seemed to blend naturally away from you and your seat under the tree, only barely noticeable when looking for the divide. you felt breeze surround you, the feeling perfect on your bare face that was still steadily warm. as your limbs began to settle and your eyelids were following suit, you watched the lake turn and froth and snap with the air. you almost thought you saw things below the surface, like the rumored giant squid or merpeople but your mind was never quite certain. finally your eyes betrayed you and fluttered shut while the soft heat around you continued to keep you dry and safe. your final delirious thoughts were wondering if others would notice you, or if everything still appeared perfectly natural.