Sleep. A wonderful word. Where you go to see those you have lost and those you have yet to know. Sleep, we all see it. The beauty of dreams, the places unseen. Then she opened her eyes and looked at the blue sky, and she realized, there is no place she would rather be than here. Reality, though bleak and mean, reality had it's own beauty, though sometimes unseen. ~Bethany Ann Hudson

Sleep. A wonderful word. Where you go to see those you have lost and those you have yet to know. Sleep, we all see it. The beauty of dreams, the places unseen. Then she opened her eyes and looked at the blue sky, and she realized, there is no place she would rather be than here. Reality, though bleak and mean, reality had it's own beauty, though sometimes unseen. ~Bethany Ann Hudson

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