It was as if I had held a seashell to my ear, an echo of waves crashing in a tumbling sea with each breath drawn, a treasure chest rising and falling. The gentle breeze caressed my hair, untangling strands through a symphony of air, while the ocean pulled in tight embrace, a steady motion, a comfortable place.  Drifting away, the tide carried my dreams ashore--for it knew what little I had there was always more.  And as I began to rub the sand from my eyes, I found a grain of truth: I was never asleep.

And with that thought, my heart felt, I'm yours to keep.