In my dreams the ship has already sunk and the ice has grown over it. We are still inside and smothered by that dim blue light, cold and waiting to go back to the sleep that was interrupted when they shot at the hull. We never manage to sleep.
When I wake up we're still stranded on a ship that is desperately trying to stay afloat while the lake rushes in to embrace us all. There aren't any dry blankets any more, not since they drove back around and rammed us on either side again. They made sure we'd die before they had the guts to board.
I dream again that we aren't breathing. We've died and they have won and we are so far beneath the water that there is no sun and no fish and nothing but endless murky water. I dream of the cold gripping my lungs and choking them before the water has a chance.
It's only a matter of time now, they keep lingering nearby and muttering to themselves. They wonder if we are still alive in here and how much longer they'll have to wait before they can cross the threshold, rob our cooling bodies and then report it to the police.
In my dream the ship was sunken and the ice grew over it. We are still inside and smothered by that dim blue light, cold and waiting to go back to the sleep that was interrupted when they shot at the hull. We don't wait any more - we wrap ourselves in every soaked blanket and drift away.
When I wake up we're still stranded on a ship that is desperately trying to stay afloat while the lake rushes in to embrace us all. There aren't any dry blankets any more, not since they drove back around and rammed us on either side again. They made sure we'd die before they had the guts to board.
I dream again that we aren't breathing. We've died and they have won and we are so far beneath the water that there is no sun and no fish and nothing but endless murky water. I dream of the cold gripping my lungs and choking them before the water has a chance.
It's only a matter of time now, they keep lingering nearby and muttering to themselves. They wonder if we are still alive in here and how much longer they'll have to wait before they can cross the threshold, rob our cooling bodies and then report it to the police.
In my dream the ship was sunken and the ice grew over it. We are still inside and smothered by that dim blue light, cold and waiting to go back to the sleep that was interrupted when they shot at the hull. We don't wait any more - we wrap ourselves in every soaked blanket and drift away.
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