Remnants of a Dream
The weariness that had been building throughout the day gradually infiltrated my senses like a leisurely swarm of bees. Unbeknownst to me, I succumbed to its embrace, slipping into a deep slumber. As darkness enveloped the room, my breathing slowed, and my mind ceased its incessant chatter, allowing me to drift into a realm where dreams held sway.
In this ethereal realm, tranquility reigned supreme. The silence was broken only by the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops cascading from the leaves, their rhythm blending harmoniously with the rustling of trees. Sitting on a weathered bench beneath a majestic tree, I felt the caress of the breeze through my hair, its whispers carrying the scent of petrichor.