She was having the dream again.
The dream.Â
As always she woke up on that beach, as always it was in a body that was not quite hers. It was was not hers entirely, because she was not her entirely. Part of her had been ripped away, and like water, other things rushed in to take its place.Â
The surf lapped at her bare feet, as always.
Her body lay in the morning sun, aching as body and soul each fought to reject the other.Â
As always.
As always the old fisherman dropped his rod.
As always he carried her to his cottage.
As always she screamed at her reflection, banishing it with a fist.
As always the blood made her retch.
As always...
As always...
As always she awoke, rolling off the bed to her nightstand.Â
Deftly she replaces the cloth mask of sleep with the carved wooden mask of day, and, as always, prepares to face the world.
The dream.Â
As always she woke up on that beach, as always it was in a body that was not quite hers. It was was not hers entirely, because she was not her entirely. Part of her had been ripped away, and like water, other things rushed in to take its place.Â
The surf lapped at her bare feet, as always.
Her body lay in the morning sun, aching as body and soul each fought to reject the other.Â
As always.
As always the old fisherman dropped his rod.
As always he carried her to his cottage.
As always she screamed at her reflection, banishing it with a fist.
As always the blood made her retch.
As always...
As always...
As always she awoke, rolling off the bed to her nightstand.Â
Deftly she replaces the cloth mask of sleep with the carved wooden mask of day, and, as always, prepares to face the world.
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