My room is luscious! A big comfy bed and down pillows and comforter, its almost as good as home. And I love the décor, its just lovely. I could stay here forever. Sweet dreams, neighbor…
While the scent of the vagabond linguered in the dampness of the night at Ogre Inn....there was a faint sound in the distance.....an unusual sound in that it had never been heard before at the Town Square.....a tinkling soothing sound....not as the wind made...but one that sounded attached to something....the vagabond stirred in his subconciousness of a sleep that was not deep......for he heard the tinkling amongst his cluttered dream weave.....letting out a faint sigh he turned in his cot made of straw and rolled to his side....the faintness of the tinkling began to come closer to the Ogre Inn....the sound of a light rustling of leaves were the only movement at this time of night besides the faintness of sound that became stronger....suddenly horses holves mingled with the sound of the tinkling and movement of leaves....in a rhythem that was so comforting to the sleepy Town Square....squeeking like an old abandoned barn in a wind storm you could see the outline of wagon wheels....shawdows played across the wagon which gave the effect of puppets on a stage....this certainly would be a new experience for this quaint little village known as the Town Square....
Something doesn't feel right to the vagabond as he atempts to step out into the new light filtering through the paleness of the fresh green leaves that had been rustleling the night before.....their is still a slight coolness in the fresh spring air....a smile comes across his face for no apparent reason....he feels refreshed....rejuvenated...after his nights slumber and the meal that was brought to him by a fair maiden with azure blue eyes, paleness of color to her virgin skin, when she smiled it was as though she knew something was amiss about this new day.....the maiden with her golden hair braided down to the small of her back moved with the confidence of an orange sunrise....there was a glistening sparkle to her azure blue eyes that the vagabond had never observed in any other fair maiden in his life of travels.....she brought a peacefulness to his shabby life....
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Darn no good too old for imagination people.....