1AM Thoughts
Imagine this.
It’s late at night. The stars sprinkle the sky, each being your own personal night light. Eyes closed, you hear the gentle strum of a lyre.
“Off to the land of dreams traveler. Don’t worry your little head about anything for I’ll be here when you wake. Shall we meet in your dreams.”
Before drifting off you feel calloused fingers gingerly brush away the hair covering your forehead. Only to feel a soft kiss planted upon your skin soon after.