My head rests lightly on the
pillow I've used for years now, it would seem, and I smile at
the leaf that falls naturally, rightfully, upon my head. I
close my eyes and snuggle up beneath the covers.. slip ever so slowly, cautiously, into
dreamland, almost hesitantly, being that the day had held so much beauty I scarcely believed my dreams could be nearly so blissful. Reluctantly,
I let myself slip, but just before the world of sleep takes me in I'm startled by a little
swish, almost scraping
noise which is infinitely
strange and almost frightening. I sit up, abandoning dreamland, turning the
light on and glancing around with a look of
pure concern. Puzzled, I keep peering around wondering what on earth could be in my peaceful little
bedroom causing this
intriguing noise.
I almost give up when I hear it again and this time there is
an image attached to the sound. It's the leaves, chutes, stems of my
prayer plant, my
maranta, folding upwards in what must be one of the neatest
displays I've seen to this day. I wasn't aware that they folded up so, and thus it was a neat little
discovery for me.. this might not seem like anything special to the average person, but..
I'm passionate about my plant life.