Chapter 3: My Slumbering Fair
The chilled wind blows gently, he could hear it as if it were a familiar voice calling him from outside. The cold, soft fall of rain trinkle from the roof of his cave, as if a spirit was trying to wake him up. From inside he could hear the leaves outside dancing with the wind, as if they where being serenated by a dark entity. It was cold, warm, dark, bright, wet and dry at the same time. He doesn't know if its day or night, he doesn't care. He has been there for such a long time. Dreaming, that one day he would have the urge to open his eyes, go outside and see the spring blooms all around. Often in his cave, he feels as if he is not alone, as if something is just there with him, slumbering upon his bossum. Until spring comes, he is determined to stay in his place as he feels he should.
