In for the Rain: Short Stories, Sleep


An imagination and a smile. A pleasant dream and a falling star. The sun now rises and now my tears now fall. You are not with me. My love is gone.


When the stars shine, I began to cry. My eyes close and a vision shows. Darkness become vivid memories. They call me to another time. A time where you were still alive.


When the sun goes to sleep, I lay on my back. The fireflies dance and the crickets sing. The twinkling stars show me a dream. The moon takes its place as the god above. Night now falls around me and in time I wake up.

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