Lit corridors

[nonomoribird]

Where am I? This place is full of light. Before, the sea was near me and the rocks were falling. The boy was leaving on a boat.

I do not understand. How can this be? I must be dreaming, for I was surely about to die.

Or perhaps… perhaps the boy is here. I must find him, though I do not know his name.

Comments

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

That is very nice. I will be sure to give that to Cora.