A still room, filled by cozy colors and decorated with a small crib, a chair, and a table with a cushion. An infant's room. It was so quiet, yet full of a strange lively air. But something was familiar.
How did I get here?
One after another, questions started pouring into the mind of the dreamer, ideas forming and dimimishing by the hands of logic and common sense. Only few questions stood at the front of his mind, and they too started to fade as things clicked and connections were made.
Where is here?
What's going on?
Is this...?
As if to answer his thoughts, a woman strode into the small nursery, a baby in hand and a small child trailing excitedly behind. The child wore a happy grin, feeling safe and welcome by the woman's presence. His lively stormy ocean eyes were focused on the infant in the mother's arms, and his tiny fingers fiddled in a war with each other as the woman sat down in a simple wooden rocking chair.
A memory...
At once, he was in the child's body, staring up at his mother from beside the chair, gently holding her hand as the newborn's breathing slowly turned into a steady rhythm. The youth's eyes started to get heavy as well, but he fought to stay awake as she smiled down at him and leaned slightly to place her lips on his forhead.
He giggled quietly.
The woman pulled back, and her son gazed up at her as her lips began to move.
'The child is put into the cradle
Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing
Sleep now, in the name of Jesus
May Jesus protect the baby'
The woman shifted the infant in her arms, making room for the little boy on one side of her as she held the small baby in her other arm. With her free hand, she patted the newly opened space on her lap. The drowsy child climbed carefully into the embrace.
'My mother, she took me on her lap
danced with me back and forth
Dancing then, with the little ones, dancing like this
Like this the little ones shall dance'
They rocked slowly on the chair as a delicate hand went up to caress the young male. He smiled weakly as her fingers ran through his caramel hair, silver eyes beginning to close.
'Now the little ones shall sleep so sweetly
the cradle is made up for the baby
There it will lie tenderly and softly
The children can sleep safely
Quiet Quiet, sleep sweetly, sleep sweetly'
The last image the child had seen before he joined his infant sibling in a peaceful slumber, was his mother's hands wrapped around the said baby in a deep red-pink blanket, and her flowing, silky dark chocolate brown hair. A warm and comforting darkness swept over them all.
'The children can sleep safely...'
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Overseas
Fanfiction{TomTord Seaside AU--Original} : Tord had been living an unsatisfied life until he'd made it to Sandy Hillsides. Tom, a sailor, spends his time overseas to search for his missing father. When the two are met at the calmed shore of a gloomy beach day...
