I wake up once again to the smell of hay and freshly wet grass.
I yawned and stretched my young bones.
I have fallen asleep with the lambs and sheep. Their wool keeping me warm from the evening fog.
As beautiful as the night clouds have come down to kiss the soil is, it never fails to leave the cold trails of its lips.
The evidence of the early morning was fading fast. The mist that clung to the windows were dying.
The fog slinking away; back to the trees and rocks where moss grew. The ferns curling back with their families.
The sensation of thumbs ever so gently caressing my face. I feel liked and loved.
"Dum Spiro Spero."
I would say it like a mantra.
The owner of the eyes above had said it along with me.
I smile up at the sky.
"What's your name?" I asked the person who I can't see, but feel.
They mouth their name, but I can only hear nothing but the chirping of the birds in the trees nearby and the bubbling of the stream in the distance.
Nonetheless, I smile back at them.
"I love you!" I told them.
They raise their brows in surprise or maybe confusion.
I feel the sheep around me start to shake awake from their slumber.
They bleated and began to stand, as they began to lead their herd away.
I smile goodbye to the wooly herd as they skip away and further into the forest.
My nose twitched.
A sweet smell kisses me, and before I knew it, my feet leads me towards the smell.
I let out an excited giggle, as I raced past through the ever blue streams.
My eyes once again was fed by the beautiful sight of a large tree. Its roots covered with the most softest looking flowers. Its petals glistening from the dew.
My throat chuckled at the sight of fuzzy bees that buzzed and buzzed as they flew in and out of their large hive that was settled safely by the branches of the tree.
My eyes trailed to a fallen piece of their hive that was by the flowers.
Sweet honey dribbled from the piece as I picked it up.
"Thank you!" I say to the bees before indulging myself with the result of their admirable hard work.
"Would you want some?" I asked the one above. My face was messy and filled with sweet.
I could tell their face was blank.
Do they not want honey?
"Don't you want some?" I asked again.
No answer.
I dropped the piece to my side, as I looked back to them.
For a moment, I felt alone.
It was a horrible thing.
But the soft sensation of their thumb holding my face was my light.
"I love you." I say again.
I smiled at them.
Though I can't hear or see them.
I loved them.
From the bottom of my heart.
Because if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't ever have to wake up in such a wonderful world.
