He felt light.
Like he was walking on air, floating above the sleeping swamp like a feather on a breeze.
Yet more than a feather. Feathers would not feel as...connected as this. He felt at peace, well it was more like content, he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to be where he was. There was something missing. No, it wasn't his absence of a real body. He could see his very clearly, asleep on the ground below him. A bright speck in the mire. It was something he liked very much, but couldn't remember what it was.
Either way, he was that floating feather, content and connected with the world. His world, silently slumbering in the fire-fly illuminated night. As whole as he was feeling, he couldn't help but yearn for something he missed.
And then, suddenly he could feel it.
The thing was slow, not like a lumbering giant, but quaint the beginning of a beautiful song. It rose, it soared! As it climbed over the swamp, it brought gifts; amazing colors like that of which graced his pelt. Vibrant pinks, extravagant yellows, gorgeous purples that danced across the sky and filled the swamp with the light of a new beginning.
He was dreaming of dawn.
And with that realization, he was whisked back to his life. He was swimming through the air with the brilliant colors, laughing as they swirled around him and tickled his imagination. With one final splash of Dawn's colors, he was back in his body once more. He was no longer connected with everything in the world, he was just himself and that was more than enough for him. Because he had a name.
Dreams-of-Dawn.
