Another Wednesday over.
Long and tiring.
But it was time for rest.
I laid down and waited.
A minute passed.
Then thirty.
Then sixty-
An hour more.
Then another.
Three had passed,
And still I laid awake.
I looked at my watch.
Almost midnight,
And still nothing.
I rolled over,
and caught sight of a book.
The tenth of a series,
One of dragons,
One of heroes,
And one which I have not read
In a long, long time.
I rolled back,
But then remembered,
The series
That had sparked
A flame of passion,
Which had become
A burning ember.
It suddenly flared,
Only slightly,
But enough
To open the book.
I turned on a light,
And read.
And read.
And read.
For how long,
I knew not.
I only knew,
That I left some more
To read later.
I laid back down,
And discovered
The weight on my chest
Was gone.
A sense of peace
Had covered me.
I closed my eyes,
And heard a sound.
A rush of wind.
And soon,
A breathe of air
I, too, felt.
I opened my eyes,
And I found myself
Soaring in flight.
I looked down
To see a land
Shaped as a dragon.
I looked back
To see myself
As a dragon.
Strong in body,
Wise in spirit, and
Free in soul.
A laugh came out-
