With the drone of sleep still softening awareness, the world not really there yet… the spirit reaching beyond all you know, and yet realising she is there, right beside you, and all is well, and all will be well, and all will be.
Or, more profane: bassoon, oboe, some ancient Wagner sample from the floppy-days, drone, all soaked in copious amounts of reverb and delay. This is actually quite an old one which has been dormant for years, waiting for the right time, the right mood, the right alignment of stars to come forth. A very dear friend is going through more hardship than she deserves. This was originally written for her. The time indeed is right.