"Sleep Walking"
I sat in my room all day, lethargic and disbelieving that the clouds above could hold such a ridiculous amount of water. I knew it'd been an oddly warm, soggy autumn, and learned to expect uncanny, flood waters flow across the sidewalks like they were racing each other to the sewage drain. These days, the swampy voyage of neighbors to their mailboxes was safer when made via swinging rope, a particularly brilliant way of travel if you ask me. Life in Foxley, such a normally safe, generic town spent their days confounded by the never-ending wetness of earth, and the velvety gray clouds that wrapped the atomosphere in an eery, yet beautiful melancholia.
Two.....
Three.......
Four hours and five minutes crept away as I lie, wide eyed underneath my comforter. I thought, and thought, and thought about every little thing that floated into my mind. I thought of the interesting, interpersonal, and intergalactic. It was a mess- a beautiful mess. The more I thought, the more I discovered. The more I discovered, the warmer I felt. There was a warmth, but also a sadness. I didn't mind it , though... Everything was all starting to feel....the same....
When closed my eyes at last, I felt the warmth dissipate from my feet quickly.
I gasped in surprise as a tiny army of sharp, icy droplets began to douse my face.
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