It was 6:30 a.m. and the wind peacfully blew threw my hair . I walked outside and sat near a small stream . A papillon landed on my finger . but it flew away . The water kept flowing and the wind kept blowing . fleurs were blooming in peaceful couleurs . "ah what a beautiful jour it is" i a dit . far away i heard some musique playing relaxing musique .i walked closer to the musique . A man handed me a glass of fresh cold water from the mountains . there were poisson swiming in the water near the stream. When i got accueil i lied down on my lit and stayed still . all toi could hear was the clock ticking ....