Dream

Dream was happy. Acompaning Haggard every day was his most trusted endeavor . As he woke up each morning his first remembrance was looking out for haggard. Today he did the same. Haggard was sleeping in a cot. He was weaning milk. But he was asleep. Haggard was in deep reverie. Dream didn't want to wake him up. He flew at the corner of Haggard bedroom. Here are four corners he thought. Plenty of spacious decorum to strech his beautiful wings. My wings are colorful Dream thought. I like the blue and red spots. And my slender golden body are marvelous he kept saying as he glanced at sleeping Haggard. He wasn't awoke neither Dream thought it pertinent to do so. So Dream kept making his wings flutter as he flew from corner to corner. The swish as he lay perched aloft walls flying from corner to corner hovering above Haggard cot he enjoyed. Today is beautiful day he thought. I am in vigor. My wings are growing powerful. I can do whatever I like . I am happy for Haggard. While he is asleep I can keep hovering and occasionally dash outside the window and sweep pass through streets and come back to tell Haggard what I saw I wanted to tell Haggard. But Haggard seems to have forgotten me. He is off dozing . And the sun is up already pass the horizontal rim. Today He must have forgotten about creek and me. He is a forgetful lot. Dream sighed. After a while he began hovering close to Haggard ear buzzing in delight. Haggard moaned. He threw off his bed down , stretched his body and limbs, and thinking he had forgotten about creek and Dream he woke up to see bright summer day. Sun was indeed up beyond pass the horizon.