As I slumbered, well protected in the gentle arms of my bed. An unwanted noise woke me up and the illusion of a child that is half asleep was given.
Several times, the noise screamed, to make me stand up and finally - when there was no time for dreaming anymore - the left hand of mine pushed something I only use instinctively.
After doing this, the artificial sun rised and spread its cold fresh light into my eyes.
Only a few hours ago - I felt a relieve, something I had been missing for so long.
The chains were gone, they have been vanished - now I am free again.
The soft sweet melody of sleeping on my tongue all the way long.
By going fast upstairs with a little pain in my legs, the steps were no match for me.
Than the notes became more blue, as a clouded morning was seen through dirty little windows, by red-coloured eyes.
This scene was a gift, and I know how to remember it.