Lying in bed
Pretending
That the rain
Isn't rain
But the ocean
Lazily lapping
Against my little boat
Like Owl and Pussy Cat
I'm floating to my future
I can feel
The sun
Smell the salt
Warmth radiates
The fantasy smashes
With urgent sirens
And I'm back in bed
And it's raining.
Saturday, 18 July 2015
Little Boat : Day 51 #100daysofwriting
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