Once upon a danger

Deeply sleeping, never waking before the dawn, he looked up and saw the faun.

Sunlight poked through the clouds, groggily he heard the baying of the hounds.

Yawning awake, a shook was all it would take, to shed the sleep like so much dust.

On his feet cold, grass tingling. The crickets, still singing.

Once upon a danger came, it was time to run.