10/08/2025
~ DRAGON OF THE DAY: DROWSEL, THE DOZING FLAME ~
(In celebration of National , tap to read the full story)
In the gentle fields of the Slumbervale, where clouds nap on mountaintops and rivers hum lullabies, lived a dragon named Drowsel. Unlike his kin who soared through storms and roared at thunder, Drowsel preferred the quiet thrill of not moving.
His scales shimmered like sun-warmed tea, and his wings were so rarely used they had moss growing between the folds. Drowsel didn’t breathe fire so much as yawn it—gentle puffs that toasted marshmallows or warmed the feet of passing travelers.
The local villagers adored him. They’d leave offerings of soft pillows, warm milk, and bedtime stories at the edge of his cave. In return, Drowsel kept their valley safe—not with fierce battles, but with strategic inconvenience. Bandits who tried to sneak in found themselves lulled to sleep by his enchanted snoring, which echoed like a lullaby across the vale.
One day, a young apprentice named Jesla came seeking the dragon’s wisdom. She asked, “Drowsel, how do you protect so many without ever flying or fighting?”
Drowsel blinked slowly, his eyelids like velvet curtains. “Little one,” he murmured, “sometimes the gentlest flame keeps the cold away. And sometimes, the laziest dragon is simply the one who knows exactly when not to bother.”
Jesla stayed for a week, learning the art of restful magic—how to cast spells with sighs, how to brew dreams from dandelion fluff, and how to turn a nap into a shield. When she left, she carried a single scale from Drowsel’s brow, warm and humming with sleepy power.
To celebrate National Lazy Day, children of Slumbervale wear pajamas and whisper “Drowsel’s Blessing” before curling up for their afternoon snooze. And if the wind is just right, you can hear a dragon’s yawn drifting up into the clouds.
~ THE END ~