Dragon Fantasy

(I was on a Temporary Duty assignment to Travis Air Force Base, California, and was billeted on the ground floor in the enlisted quarters. I have a vivid imagination and a love for fantasy. This very short story is a result of these things.)

I lay in the dark and listen to the noises around me in the unfamiliar room. Above me, the ventilation system soughs rhythmically like the deep, sleepy breathing of a monstrous dragon in a cavernous lair. My imagination takes flight and I see him slumbering benignly. His gargantuan bulk is curled up like a dark emerald-green cat. His tail is tucked across his wedge shaped nose like a fat moustache, hiding his pine-tree-sized canine-like teeth. Upstairs, someone walks across my ceiling causing me to envision the dragon twitching in his sleep. The tip of his tail keeps time with his dreams and his scimitar-shaped talons rap a majestic, thunderous counter-cadence. I feel small. I am awestruck and mesmerized by the massive somnolent form. As I gaze upon his wondrous presence, he begins to fade as I drift into my own sleep. Warm, soft tendrils of darkness gently seduce me, wrapping me in thick black velvet to dream, to slumber, to end the day in peace.

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