Sunday, November 6, 2016

Ocean inside of the World

The beach seemed to go on forever. I was walking along it, on a holiday with D, but the horizon curved upwards, as if we were on the inside of a giant sphere instead of standing outside the globe. The water was calm, almost still. I blue mirror of water.

There was a shop in the middle of all of this. It looked like a kiosk from the outside, but there was more inside. D was unsure which icecream she wanted when I offered to get one, and I headed inside. Up a small ladder, the counter was cramped. The lady behind the counter had a strong Spanish accent, and she had a large black dog that was very friendly. D finally came in, and I shouted over to show her the dog, but by that time it was sitting on my lap on the floor trying to lick my face.

And then I woke up.

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