I just about made a sound below the sun's warm fondle, it had been a long time since I'd liked such a nice day.
A soft gale fills the area with the sound of rustling leaves. Am I laying on grass? It is soft, warm, serene and comfortable underneath my body.
A familiar tune is heard and it reminds me of my harp but I can't exactly place my thoughts on it as the water swallows me deeper making me fall into the depth of it until my conscienceless is flickering back and forth.
The water is ironically now cold but unlike before there's no comfort, no warmth, no feeling.
Even so, I know no one will save me. It's the end of it all, isn't it?
"This has to be kalopsia." were my last thoughts.
:)
- Azephyer
