My face’s against the glass, the cooling window, as my mind fights against the raging fever. My eyes follow a raindrop crawling down, joining another, growing bigger, hitting another, and then suddenly they’re altogether too heavy and gone. A trail is all that’s left, and the raindrop has joined some current where it will eventually find its way into the sea. I shiver and try to pull my drenched coat tighter around me. If only sleep would take me and kill me and heal me, then I would be as the raindrop, lost in dreams of the deep blue sea.
Deep Blue Dreams
Tale Told 