Pillow of Gold

By Poisoned Twinkles

(A/N: A drabble for the sleepless. Enjoy.)

There's a reason why I can sleep soundly at night.

I can feel it in my brightest dreams, and even in my darkest nightmares. This reason is my safe harbour, my refuge. Then it becomes the vessel that carries me to the perpetual Sky. Whether the Sky is crimson, or whether He's as clear blue as blazing sapphires, I know that this Sky protects me when I fall into slumber.

And He, the Sky, protects me for this reason.

Is it because I have a pillow of the softest gold?

No.

It's because I pray before I go to sleep.