Heather McCoy

The Chair and the Barn Owl

It had seemed as if I hadn’t felt the warm embrace of sleep for quite some time. For so long I had traveled...and for so long I had craved rest. My body craved rest...the kind that makes you feel as if your body is afloat in a lake and the quiet splash of the water hits the shores bringing comfort to your soul. No rest for me...no rest for so long. Had I fooled myself into believing that there was such a thing? Had I contoured up an idea of what rest was to be? I had heard people talk of such things as a “nice rest” or “ a little rest and relaxation”. Was such a concept fiction? All I knew was that I craved it...my body and mind yearned for it...I was dying to find it.