XI - Prescribed, A Lullaby
Her arms, like covers, enveloped him. Though, not a babe and with a larger frame, he still fit snugly within her wings. Softly, the hum began and moved into a chorus, when, among the colored clouds that night, the song pierced the dense forest.
“Matty, close your eyes
and sleep
For the hour’s nigh
I shall serenade you
With my lumen lullaby”
The wind blew through the barren branches, bending them like bows. The colors of the night began to breath, as if to blow upon the waters, parting them to walk through on a ledge. They crossed it, slowly, as she sang. The place was still familiar. Mathew’s mind, at one with hers, was drifting with her lyre.
“Dream of colors
Rich and deep
A place where time
Moves slow
Close your eyes
And drift to sleep
Wrapped in
The lumen glow”
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The song seemed to move in perfect time with the flashing lights of the clock beside Mathew’s bed. The glow of the green numbers and red power button remained flashing after the power surge. The colors were muted, however, as they illuminated the amber plastic of the prescription bottle upon the nightstand.
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