The world is made of soft sounds. Around you darkness swells and moves with the rise and fall of a distant engine. As a warm wind that isn’t real plays across your face, you lick thirst off your lips and open your eyes. Your bed falls in gentle blue slopes away from you. Starlight indelible and ancient falls across your room in sweeping slices. Beside you, a glass of water lovingly placed there by yourself the night before swirls with the star light.
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