The moon shines through my long brown hair, it lies against the wooden boards that make this boat.
The moon glistens, highlighting the soft ebb and flow of the otherwise undisturbed waters.
"this is it" I say
"this is much more like it, I need to have dreams like this more often"
Then the soft illuminating glow of the moon begins to fade. Slowly. Then quicker. And quicker than that....
Until there's no light left to see by but the ominous green and gold and black eyes staring at me from the other end of the boat
"Did you miss me?"
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