Sometimes, I just want to die asleep. The hungered silence, the inability to react, the serene atmosphere with my off-white walls and soft pink pillows, the closed pale eyes, the dancing olive-green trees outside my window, the tiny pirouetting birds on my window sill, the bright glowing sun, the smell of the purest morning dew, the mist of the night's air, the muffled but forgiving cries...
I dream of dying asleep with my white-washed summer dress on.
