UntitledShe watches over our dreams and hopes as her boat glides across the sea. If you wake, you can see her drifting by, scattering grains of rice behind her. Wave to her, for she is lonely. Lonely, calm, and gentle. When you wake in a cold sweat from fear, she is the one who sings the song of sleep. When you turn your back to the bed and drink mug after mug of coffee for work and duty, she is the one who stays beside you. She is the flight of the owl, the twitching whiskers of a harvesting shrew. When you are afraid, she is the one who holds you. She is the one who whispers comfort and motivation in your ear as the dawn approaches. And when all her work is done, she docks her ship, and takes her turn to sleep.
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