Counting Sheep

She couldn’t sleep even though the clock next to her was pointing at midnight. She knew she had to sleep since tomorrow is her first day of school so she thought of a way to make her sleep.

Counting sheep made sense to her. So she started her count.

First, there was a meadow. A wide meadow.
The grass there was green and it moved as the wind greets them.
There were flocks of sheep seen there.
Each flock gathering in different places.
Enjoying their share of tasty grass.

Then, there was the fence.
A wooden fence.
A low, wooden fence.

One of the sheep suddenly felt a twinge.
It was a twinge of challenge.
Its ears perked up, followed by its head.
The sheep saw the fence.
It saw the wooden fence.
The low, wooden fence.

It was intrigued by the fence.
The sheep kept on looking at the fence.
It sets its eyes on it.

Then, the sheep was off.
It run with a speed no sheep has ever run for.
Its wool swooned as the wind brushed.
Its eyes were focused on the wooden fence.
That low, wooden fence.

The distance between the sheep and the fence became lesser and lesser.
The sheep ran with full determination.
Its feet were moving rhythmically.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump
It went.

Seconds later, the sheep was flying.
It jumped high.
It jumped elegantly.
It jumped over the wooden fence.
Over the low, wooden fence.

The other sheep looked at the jumping sheep.
They kept looking when the sheep has landed perfectly on the other side of the fence.
Yes, the first sheep has jumped over the fence.

It looked back towards the fence and snorted.
It was a snort of satisfaction.
A satisfaction of jumping over the low, wooden fence.

The second sheep, with eyes shinning with determination, also went.
It ran slowly but the speed gradually increases.
It ran towards the wooden fence.
Straight towards the low, wooden fence.
Then, it was on the other side.

The second sheep also snorted.
By the time it had joined the first sheep, the third sheep moved.

Sheep began to jump over the fence.
They jumped over the low, wooden fence.

There was the fourth.
Then the fifth.
Then the sixth.
Then . . .

Zzzzzzzz

The girl fell asleep in the middle of her count.
The sheep once again had helped slumber to take over.
But it was all thanks to the wooden fence.
All thanks to the low, wooden fence.

Sweet dream,
said the low, wooden fence.