Christmas Eve Sleep
The wind began to blow blistfully, a cold chill filled the air. Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and fall down the grass, created inches and inches ogf snow. It was Christmas Eve.
The children were sound asleep dreaming of sleighbells ringing and reindeer flying over their house. I was still up, staring at my ceiling. Breath after breath, I kept on staring. I tossed and turned, nothing. I couln't sleep. The thought of Santa filled my mind, I couldn't miss Santa, I just couldn't. Then it came to me. "What if I was naughty this year?" I thought. I just kept tossing and turning, while the night grew darker.
After a while my eyes grew heavy, it was a struggle to hold them. The thought of Christmas soothed my mind. My eyes grew heavier. The thought of me nice came to me. My eyes started to get lower. The thought of love on Christmas Day came, next. It was completley dark around, I started to wake up in in a world that didn't seem possible. Then I knew I was asleep.
This is your destiny.