They always slept after cuddling for a while after an endless summary which Jake has to listen but when they sleep, it creates endless dreams. His arms always give a sense of scarlet envelope which he seals with a kiss on forehead. There’s this smell of some perfume which you don’t use but a familiar pillow to lie on. Sit down for a while or why not just down looking at the sky of dancing clouds. You see swans swimming like some angels are gliding over the horizon, playing and singing the tunes of most romantic music. Standing there, loving how the view of being somewhere you are not judged, examined, analyzed or heard.
Maybe these are post monsoon rains, which are bidding a final good bye before that chilling winter trying to leave some dew on your wool as you are touched by these shrubs and plants who brushes on your arms as you walk towards a lake. What amazes is the smell of newly wet soil telling your soul, the thirst is quenched! As you walk you feel the grass and roots underneath your feet while the breeze blowing on your chest giving that small tickle of cold. Very much rooted but also climbing over the trees to kiss the sun and tickle the moon. You walk deeper and deeper in your dream to listen yourself walking on ground, feeling serene in these woods with a smell of flowers untouched- unadulterated by human.
It feels amazing when you are in a dream hearing the leaves rustling and the sound of birds chirping their way back to their nests. Sometimes we should let ourselves lost in dreams.
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