The hills are alive with the sounds of….nothing

So it feels good to have been able to sleep in after several days of having to be at work before the sun was even up. Although the last thing I remember is being "at work" in a dream just before I woke up.I don’t know if that is dedication or a need to find other amusements.  Though in the dream I step outside of the building and there is this vast, lush, endless green field right outside the door. With hills and valleys. And I guess it had just rained because the grass was even damp. The sky was a brilliant blue with those thick cottonball looking clouds floating through. The sun was streaming through and around the clouds and you could actually see the rays, that beautiful golden color they get you know? I took off my shoes and socks and just ran.There wasn’t another soul in sight. I just kept running and running. I could feel the damp grass under my feet and I felt like I was flying, like I was free. There was no other sounds in the air except my feet padding against the Earth. I don’t even remember hearing birds. There was no traffic, or sirens or talking…I could smell the freshness in the air though, after the hard rain that had passed before I walked outside. I felt sheer happiness bubble up through my veins from my toes all the way to my head and I just laughed, and laughed and I am still running.  It’s a shame my cat chose that moment to get in my face and decided it was time for me to wake up. Sigh. I guess I may have just continued running and not ended up anyplace in particular. I never saw an end to the field, or the hills. It was like a universe of green. Endless. And for those few brief moments I was having that snippet of a dream, I felt such peace. Wonderful and blissful contentment. It was just so beautiful.