I think paragraphs rich, like a Louisiana dawn, with your head on a satin pillow, stretching your toes down into clean sheets, pulling the comforter just a bit higher.
Listening to the world be alive, bull gators roaring, Kudzu stretching across the live oaks, the soft scratching of newly born turtles, scratching their way across the sand, scratching through the odds, scratching towards survival.
Somewhere in the distance: Great Blue Herons, fishing.
All lacing their way through and entwining themselves into your dreams.
As the Eagles dance high, and settle into far distant Cypress trees, you create the world and life, the colors and freedoms, you are awakening into.