The voice blurs and fades, like a faint cry riding....

“ The voice blurs and fades, like a faint cry riding on the tails of the wind. I yawn and stretch, rolling over. I fold my pillow under my head and wait for the voice to return. When I hear nothing but the sound of my own breathing I allow myself to drift back into a dreamless slumber. ”

Lauren Hammond

From : Asphodel