Three thousands eight hundreds seventy four sheep

Over my closed eyes I see green meadows. In these fields little white sheep slowly depasture. They go from one side to other, jump over the ring-fence and run into a high grass. Now I can see just small curls of snow white fur. I’m smiling. Sheep lightly take off the ground and hops on one of the heavy clouds. After that one, other jumps on the next cloud, and another, and another, and another…
Six hundreds fifty nine, six hundreds sixty, six hundreds sixty one, six hundreds sixty two… Wait a minute… I purse up my eyebrows. The six hundreds sixty second sheep is black...
I open my eyes. I’m felling sad. I softly fetch a sigh and stare at the empty room of mine. Its dark, its sable it drags my sleepy mood down.
I don’t understand how but I’m crying. Well, it’s been a while… Again, I have this memory ‘bout that what never been before. I feel something I do not want to feel. It hurts me so… I still can’t believe that you are there… I don’t want to long for your soft touch, sweet talk, warm embrace, for the gaze into your eyes black like winters night without no moon or stars, for the kiss of yours that affects me like drug (I have an addiction to this…), for the exceptional color of your hair, the smell of your skin, the texture of your moods, the taste of your smiles, the beauty of your world…Oh, I long so much for the love of ours…
I lie down back in my bed. I wipe away my tears. Last time look at you so close to me. I smile for you. And you gradually vanish… I close my eyes.
Now all the three thousands eight hundreds seventy four sheep are black. They jumping from ground on clouds and they don’t care ‘bout us… I knew that sheep aren’t smart ones…