The breeze feels nice and the grass smells like home. Everything is quiet, humming with energy, her paws are full of power. Thinking about nothing, sleeping the whole day… When she sleeps, the lion’s entire world is sleep. So she sleeps… She gives herself to sleep… And nothing else exists, not a single thought, only sleep. It is as it when she’s asleep, sleep and the world are one and the same. That was how I slept when I was little.