Rickety rocking chair
rocks back and forth
as I wait for my ship
to set sail.
Big dreams scamper
across my pillow
as I snore to the sound
of waves crashing .
I fight to hold my head above water,
sputtering and gulping
bobbing and flailing
as sharks sink sharp teeth
into the sails of my ship.
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Thank you for sharing! xo, Rose
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