Floating on space

it is like nearing the end of the tunnel,

still dark yet the light sparkles,

the beginning of the end,

stars still looks like Paris,

I smell the sweet rain dropping,

so smooth and calming,

dancing on the roof and sliding down my window pane,

trees humming the tunes of the cool breeze,

sent to smooch those asleep,

a beautiful moment on earth exists,

no worries,no thoughts,

like the head is floating on space,

light as a feather on a nice sweet weather,

cool beach ambiance,such a great fragrance,

my eyes, my eyes can not believe they need to open,

my legs are in denial,

dear God, thank you for another day,

dear morning, I don't want to wake up.