I took a walk. I needed to rest. I wanted a drink. I laid down. I fell asleep.
I took a walk.
I decided to take a walk on a spring afternoon.
I needed to rest.
My feet carried me for miles until exhaustion made me stop.
I laid down.
My bed was a carpet of grass, my blanket the sun.
I wanted a drink.
Thirst gripped a hold of me as if it was an old adversary intent on admonishing me for past transgressions and only under the cooling of my throat did the rebuke cease.
I fell asleep.
My shutters drew down and the silence became golden. The breeze carried me to a magical kingdom that sat on top of a rocky mountain buffered by a roaring sea.