Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • sunny sunday morning
    lights my crumple sheets,

    the ones that become waves,
    ready to swallow me,
    like a sailor, I make my way trough the night,
    from bad dreams to nice ones,
    from reality to fantasy,
    when the sun comes up,
    I'm happy to make my way to the lighthouse,
    after having sailed away.

    I hope that tonight the sandman will be awake,
    so that he can anchor me,
    and that I won't drift away.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.