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do you have any idea how beautiful it is to sneak downstairs around midnight? and silently crack open the back door, just enough for you to slip through. and tip-toe through the grass, with a light blanket clutched close to your chest, until you reach a wooden lounge chair. then sit in that chair and not say a word...just listen. and the longer you listen the more you hear. a car passing, theres a criket somewhere to your left, a few birds chirping sleepily, a wild boar snuffing in the distance, and the breath of wind through the trees. the one you cant feel...only hear. and the more you listen, the more its like you peeling back a layer of something..and listening deeper to whats going on around you.
after awhile of sitting there you feel yourself start to drift off. so you shake it off, and pad back up the stairs (making sure to lock the door) leaving not a trace of the fact that you were there. and quietly into bed. and the blanket you took with you still smells of outside.
i love the world at night. its the most comforting place.
after awhile of sitting there you feel yourself start to drift off. so you shake it off, and pad back up the stairs (making sure to lock the door) leaving not a trace of the fact that you were there. and quietly into bed. and the blanket you took with you still smells of outside.
i love the world at night. its the most comforting place.