We slept beneath the night sky. Our dreams danced between the stars. Hers were much better dancers. My dreams never had any rhythm.

A cosmic ensemble played both loud and quiet. We had to stop to hear it, and when we did, we realized it had been playing the whole time.

My toes tapped in my sleep. My thoughts bounced off crashing cymbals. The music was chaos. The chaos was beautiful.


About corkedbottle

Hello hello. I'm a guy that likes to write and is really good at not writing. I've never thought of myself as a good writer, but it's fun, and I'll never get better if I don't write more!
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