the maiden lay her head on her pillow, her thoughts the sound of a cello, the color of the tulle drapes around her bed. until a dawn months away, her adoring youth would not return. she was afraid to fall asleep, fearing that her dreams would take her captive, or worse, that the sorcerer would take her captive. slowly, unable to resist, sleep came upon her like a warm cloud, like cream. this picture was inspired by the cranberries song of the same title. the cello and the voice of dolores o'riordan conjured these images in my head, and i had to put them on paper. this is my first kind of real attempt with pastels.