Deep under the currents of the ocean, far beneath the waves of the sea, there slumbers a dreadful thing. Long has it slept, long has it dreamed, and long has it waited. So the dreams continue as the ocean continues, and as the stars dance in perfect step above, the thing below turns as if to wake. But a crying gull and a barking seal and a plethora of simple things—unlike the stars, so incongruous, so chaotic—sing the madness back to sleep. And the dreams continue as the ocean continues, and as the waves roar, I can sleep.
Drabble: I Can Sleep
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