sound

The third flash of light was followed by a deep, low rumbling that filled up the world. The sound overwhelmed her with something new—a craving between the legs. And more fear. More joy. More pain. More excitement. More hope. And wonder.

Her eyes leaked. Exhausted, she fell asleep. But got no rest. Sleep? Dream? How do we know we are asleep? Tell me the story of the light. Story? Woman? In the beginning I knew only darkness. Dry. Wet. Before. After. Between. We are the water. Maybe. I am water and wind. Wind? Movement. Do we really want everything? Everything? Nothing. I am nothing, so want everything. Balance.

“You should rest.”

 

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