As i start to count sheep.
I here a faint sound,
A sound of waves crashing.
I can feel the ocean breeze blowing against my face.
It touches me gently.
I can feel the sand between my toes.
So soft,
Softer than a feather.
As the sunsets I watch by the sea side.
Then,
I wake up,
And start to ponder about the magical dream.
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