Dreamland

The breeze a soft whooshing like a waterfall.

The sun a soft warmth against my skin

A bird chirping in the trees calls out to its mate

The crackles of dogs eating wood melodious to the already comfort summer night

The soft page turning of my father reading a book draws my imagination further into itself

The smell of Frosted Coconut Snowflake hand soap bringing me peace

The fuzzy body of a dog curled against my side provides protection

The tickling of an ant crawling up my leg makes me squirm

My nose so close to the ground I can smell grass and dirt so bold as a fly buzzes by my ear.

All if it sends me into dreamland.