can't sleep

This morning I was woke up before the sun. The odd sounds crafted a story and I can't rest further until I write it down.

Here goes it:
The ceremonial robe was taken from it's resting place and onto her shoulders. Her hair was skillfully crafted in curls on her head. Make-up, just so.
A smile swept across her face as she wiggled her toes into golden slippers. She went out into her village.
She began to sing. At first very low and deep within her chest. Continuous notes that would cue the birds, the wind, the clouds and eventually, the sun. As the day began, the air warmed, and tears rolled down her cheeks. She began to dance to the rhythm.

She didn't see her attacker. They came from behind. First striking her in the stomach. She fell to her knees. The next blow caught her on the back of the head, causing her to double over on herself. As she laid there, the reality sunk in. She was not the siren ment to seduce the sun into the sky; just a crazed old lady. She had wondered into the street to scream and dance a jig before sunrise.

All right, there you have it, maybe I can sleep some more now.