It was 6:30 a.m. and the wind peacfully blew threw my hair . I walked outside and sat near a small stream . A borboleta landed on my finger . but it flew away . The water kept flowing and the wind kept blowing . flores were blooming in peaceful as cores . "ah what a beautiful dia it is" i said . far away i heard some música playing relaxing música .i walked closer to the música . A man handed me a glass of fresh cold water from the mountains . there were peixe swiming in the water near the stream. When i got início i lied down on my cama and stayed still . all you could hear was the clock ticking ....