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Are you dreaming? Its late, after all. Curfew was hours ago, and across the cold lake you can see the dim bunks and their flickering lonely porch lights. It feels like youre dreaming. But the mossy rocks against your skin are too real, and the weight in your chest grounds you in the present. Youre not dreaming, no matter how fake the stars overhead feel. But if this isnt your dream, perhaps its something elses.
When youre awake, its easy to mistake our world as something sturdy. But, sitting out on the rocks at the edge of camp, you gain a new appreciation for how fragile our home can be. Perhaps there was a time when dreams moved through the waking world. Perhaps if you could just peel back the thin layer of comfort we build for ourselves, youd find something else
And for a moment, you spot it. In the darkness. Waiting. Watching. Dreaming.
And then it is gone, and you realize how cold it is outside in August at two in the morning. D
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