Her Mother tucks her in to sleep and whispers in her ear remember the deeper the breath you take before you sleep the more magical your dreams will be. With a good night kiss she drifts off to sleep wondering what joy the night will bring.
She feels a warm nose brushing against her face. Wake up sleepy head, is time to play. She opens her eyes to find a golden winged horse beside her. She had never seen any like him. Entwined in his mane were purple daisies and ruby red roses. He kneels down so she can climb upon his back and off they fly to find the magic of the night.
As they fly she looks down to see a world that only exsited in her dreams Colours so bright and where animals spoke to her. Her new friend gracefully lands in a field of clover
Where is everyone? she asks. And no sooner then the words leave her mouth then a magestic white wolf comes from a behind a daisy bush. His fur glowing in the sunlight. Behind him is his silver mate and their cubs. She has never before seen a wolf so large and she hides behind the golden one's mane. Little one do not fear me I am your friend I was told by the winds that you would be joining us here this day and I came to greet you.
Before she knew it she was on the ground surrounded by his cubs All the cubs were eager to greet her. she nestled down among the cubs to wait for the others to join them.
She hadn't noticed that she was below a beautiful tree till he reached down to gently cover her with one of his leaves. He asks her if she is comfortable. She gives him a shy smile. Then she sees a Fairy and a Pixie sitting side by side in his branches. The two giggling with joy to be so truly loved and protected by the tree.
Then she heard a warm voice singing This voice was the tree calling out the others to come dance as the moon rose. Jumping into the center of the group was a orange cat holding a fiddle as soon as he landed he began to play.
Where before were only a few now were many. Dancing in the moon light to the fiddle music. Her eyes widened as she saw a lepracan dancing with the Pixie and the White Wolf with the Fairy.
Sing for us Tree the cat called to the tree, as he starts playing. The Tree lifts his voice in song and all stop to listen. He sings of a cinnimon sky and love. Before she knew it a single tear was slowly flowing down her check. As the tree finishes his song was not a dry eye to be had and all bowed in awed tribute.
The Pixie and the Fairy grab her hands and take her to join the dancing. Laughter echoed in the glenn and all were having the most wonderful time. She hears someone clear his throat, and says is time for a story. This call comes from a small frog sitting high up on a rock not far from her.
My story is of fair madiens and of brave knights from long ago. She weaves a story of dragons and castles. Where maidens were rescued by knights in white amour.
An Elf in a bright yellow coat brings her tea in a buttercup flower to sip. She tries to hide a yawn as she nestles amoung the cubs and starts to drift off to sleep. It is almost daylight the Tree reminds the Golden Horse. Best get her home before morn.
Many hands lift the sleeping child onto his back and with a puff of giltering stars they are off again returning to her world. Just in time for her Mother to come awaken her for the day.
Oh Mommy I took a deep breath and made so many friends last night Her mother is pleased she had a sweet dream. But the little girl knows it really happened as she finishes off her tea in the buttercup flower.
Remember the deeper the breath the more magical the dream will be.