As the tiny lights danced along the edge of the cabin, framing our faces in the pale yellow light of the fading sun, we danced to the songs we learned in elementary school.
Daisies crowned our heads and the breeze brushed against our faces, trickling through our hair and blowing the willowy curtains from the windows.
Outside, the dogs played tag with butterflies and the trees billowed up above in the canopy of green.
Salt, carried on the wind, tickled our noses as the songs ended, and the sun set, leaving us alone with the light of the moon and stars to guide us to our beds, curled up with the dogs till we fell, gently, into a deep sleep, where the glow of the fireflies and sound of waves would keep us in a cradled bliss till morning.
Daisies crowned our heads and the breeze brushed against our faces, trickling through our hair and blowing the willowy curtains from the windows.
Outside, the dogs played tag with butterflies and the trees billowed up above in the canopy of green.
Salt, carried on the wind, tickled our noses as the songs ended, and the sun set, leaving us alone with the light of the moon and stars to guide us to our beds, curled up with the dogs till we fell, gently, into a deep sleep, where the glow of the fireflies and sound of waves would keep us in a cradled bliss till morning.
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