Step One: Contact
"And in that internal explanation
the only answer I have
is that she was the moon"
My senses are assaulted as I snap back and forth between reality and dreamscapes. Standing on a beach, I look around me and all I see is muted darkness. The water is black, the sand is grey. I am still in color. A familiar voice is shouting in the distance, "Let go!" This is a person I know. This is a person I haven't seen or heard from in years. This is a person I know doesn't like me. I'm dreaming. A flash of white behind me. I turn around to see the sky in a calendar. The number three stands out to me. a circle forms around the date I've been staring and a word appears, "her". The sky returns to an almost black shade with this circle staring me in the face. "3 her", it says. I open my eyes to the sun shining. This is real. The first words I can think of fall from my lips and crash as wet spots on my blankets. "She is the moon."
Four times today I have slept. This is unnatural.
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