The Clear and Simple Way

The dark cloak of night has wrapped its starry self around this part of the world once again. Sleep beckons and soon I will be floating in its velvet softness. Perchance to dream. Perchance to find God forever. Perchance to ride a black unicorn into the deep forest from whence I shall never return. The person who wakes up will seem like me, but I shall be far away, in the starry starry forest of night where lost painters and marauders go when the last pirate ship sinks beneath the sea and frothy mermaids masquerade as waves. Over it all Merlin shall swirl his purple cape and an owl will spread its wings over all the earth and cover it in warm down to sleep deep below blankets of snow which shall transform all the earth into flowers and tiny children holding hands in a land where war has forgotten how to exist.