Hey there!
I've got a special gift for you!
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: After a long, tiring day, there's nothing better than retiring to your bed for some well-deserved rest. You slip under the worn covers of your bed and quickly are out like a light. Within minutes of slipping into unconsciousness, through the darkness of your room ghosts a figure robed in silken clothes.
''Good evening,'' says the figure, though you cannot hear a thing he says. And he knows it, too. Despite how much he talks, never will you wake from slumber because of him, almost as if he weren't really there, nothing more than mere phantasmagoria. Just because he can't been seen, heard, nor felt by mortal means, however, did not make him any less real.
''My sweet, sleeping queen, how pass the days in your kingdom? Does the sun come and go as he pleases? Are the common folk a pleasant bunch, happy to help out a poor, old stranger? Are you beloved of the people? You are certainly beloved by me.''
How sweetly you did lie in your bed thought the man. How enrapturing your fair face. In his mind, he pictured your eyes open, full of love and laughter. How he so wished to see how your eyes looked open in the day of light. He was certain, though, that love and laughter would indeed be present. And your gorgeous skin, pale and shining in the darkness. A radiant glow it did give!
In fact, the glow was a bit too powerful for--ah! That was it. Through the window shone the moon. She bestowed her beauty unto you, but only for a single night. In this night, none were your equal. Not that any was your equal even in the light of day, thought the man.
The man was entranced by the moon for a moment more before turning back to your slumbering figure. He reached down to a small pouch tied around his waist and undid the drawstrings, dipping his fingers into its contents. When he withdrew them, they were covered in a sugary white sand that glittered like stardust. This he sprinkled over your closed eyes, speaking all the while.
''My queen, my queen, my moon-blessed queen, with beauty to match purity of heart, as lowly, humble servant, I shall do my nightly duty. To you, I shall give nothing less than the most beautiful dreams to set your heart at ease. Beautiful dreams in which I as King do take you and together we rule our slumbering Kingdom! Dreams in which I do see your eyes, and how they sparkle with love and laughter. Dreams in which I put that love and laughter in your eyes. Dreams that shall evanesce under the gentle touch of the first rays of dawn's newest light, leaving you in oblivious, sleepy stupor. Then tomorrow night again shall I come, and again shall you forget when you wake. My darling queen...''
His job done, the Love-Sick Sandman floated right through the wall, reluctantly off for the next person who needed the embrace of a good night's sleep, though not the embrace of love.
ah, thank you kind sir. heart I too wish that we could meet in daylight. But dreams will have to suffice I suppose. I shall wear the flower you gave me as a reminder of what awaits me in dreams. biggrin