Post by Daneil Barren on Sept 23, 2012 0:56:48 GMT -5
It was a cold day, but not windy. Some of the meadow grass whipped around. Daneil laid in the meadow tired. He was about to drift into a sleep, but insisted on keeping himself away. The grass whipped in the wind again and it carried leaved along with it. Summer was over and Autumn was here. Daneil sighed and didn't move from his spot. He drifted into a dreamless sleep. There was nothing, but the darkness as he sleep.
