Falling To Dream

I lay awake, with eyes closed in anticipation of reaching that always familiar euphoric feeling. It is a place where the world is quiet, sparking memories of a falling snow covering brown fields of hay. Roof tops of houses are graced by a pure, clean blanket of white, blinding, mystical crystals. All of my worries, are drifting away peacefully. My mind empties into a clear soothing pool of silence. That one second. The second that splits an ever so fine line. A line that is the dividing euphoria, and a spacious field of darkness soon to give way to dreaming. A line which cannot be measured by mortal means.