king of carrot flowers; open!

[Dax Watson]

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It was one of those days where everything was just... great. The sun was blocked by a ceiling of pale grey - nearly white. The blades of grass had a coat of morning dew. As he walked, he could feel the light drizzle of rain against his warm skin. It was cold enough to give Dax goosebumps, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Unlike most, he loved the rain and the cold weather - it kept him feeling alive. But it was more than the weather that made his mind buzz with that refreshed feeling; he had slept. For the first time in two and a half nights, Dax had actually been able to sleep. And apart from the groggy morning-after feeling, he felt energised and able to do anything.

But that morning, his stroll through the castle grounds had no purpose at all - he hadn't planned to do anything besides sit in a bed of carrot flowers and waste the day away. It sounded like a strange thing to do, but he hadn't planned on going to any classes that day, and he had no plans with his mates. He was going to go to the library and perhaps read, but that was a thought of yesterday. And yesterday, he hadn't planned on being able to sleep. So relaxation was his reward. The Slytherin found a large tree and sat down beneath it, leaning against the broad trunk. He smiled, satisfied, gathering a few looks from passers by, but he just smiled at each and every one of them, because unlike them, he didn't have a care in the world at that moment.

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|| WORD COUNT || 271
|| TAGS || --
|| NOTES || dax is an insomniac - he's kinda crazy as well.
|| LYRICS || crying lightning - arctic monkeys.
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