Mute tears

I turned off the light and went to bed. It was past midnight and I still had a desire to read, so I stayed up reading. I talked to many people through books. Most of them were wise. What a nice night out with them!
Perhaps because of this, I could not sleep after I turned off the light.. There were bright waves in my head that I could not overcome. Yes...so I drooped my eyelids and gave up the reins of the situation. I knew that flattery to sleep is the most difficult type of flattery and that it is tiring to endure.
It was natural for me to recall some of what I had read... so I remembered that story in which one of the writers expressed hope, its magic, and its conquest of everything, even the winter storms. Despite the cold of the night and the lightness of the cover, I felt that I was able to stand in the open air or swim in the water as if I could feel the warmth and fragrance of the bathroom.
I asked myself: What inspiration was this that made the loving artist give hope to those he loved through a simple drawing that was simpler than anyone could imagine? Through this hope, his sick lover lived and conquered the most severe storms.