The Comfort

A soothing warmth beamed through the window. Flickers of dust glided through the ray like tiny fairies reveled, ready for the new daylight. The ray gently creeped its way to a face in a slumber. As it reached, it tickled softly on the cheeks as if to wake up a sleeping baby. In a moment or two, there was success. As the mouth yawned, the nose wiggled and eyes blinked, yet, the body remained motionless. It was just a moment and then, all of it ceased.

In a state of weak consciousness, the mind was still aware. Half awaked, half dozing; half dreaming, half aroused. It was in this moment, the sense of touch was at its peak. A soft delight was felt as the silky fabric of the pillow rubbed against a weathered face. Never had the softness felt so comforting.

Meanwhile, the body was engulfed in a cozy comforter, wrapping itself around a tender embrace. It was this peaceful contentment rendering awakeness futile. 

Turning to the side, a familiar scent appeared. It lingered in the pillow and gradually transforming itself into a nostalgia. The urge to search for a missing hand underneath the comforter appeared but it faded just as it came when realization settled down. A feeling of loneliness suddenly hanged in the air. The comfort and delight were gone.

Somehow, the ray sensed this and dimmed itself down before it got too bright or hot, maintaining its warmth. Minutes later, the comfort returned and the body was in an embrace again. There was another presence this time but a welcoming one. An imaginary voice soothingly reassured, "I will be see you soon." Just like that the fairies are dancing again and the comfort took over the room.