The Sandman

the grains of sand flew upon my eyelids, and i felt the soft breathing on the back of my neck. next thing i know i was uncontrollably drifting into a deep sleep. this was very odd because just seconds earlier i was wide awake, thriving with energy. i had an interesting dream too, or i assumed it to be a dream. it was mixed in with my reality, making it feel that much more real. in the elusive dream a man dressed in a fancy, long coat that seemed to change colors with every move he made was displayed on the post of my bed. his weary face stared down at mine as my eyelids fluttered to stay open. he opened the palm of his hand to discover the pile of sand, and then he gently pursed his lips in an 'o' shape and blew. the sand gently landed on my face, and the last image i remember was the man winking at me. then blackness..