Thinking

Morning. I sit up and find myself staring at my reflection in the lake. That dream. Oh that dream. I’m starting to remember what happened. I don’t want to remember.

“Uhh” I moan and rub my face. Hunger pangs strike my stomach. Food is a good idea. I walk to the pear tree and rip four of them off. I head back to the lake, sit cross legged, wash them, and start to eat.

This prophecy. I want to know what it means. There is no way to find out what it means. All I know is that... this device will appear above the lake. When? I don’t know. Some time soon.... or some time later. It could be in the next five minutes for all I know.

I also think that is has the answers I need. I don’t know that for sure, that’s just wishful thinking. I just hope that all this comes some time soon so that I can find out what the hell is going on. Because I don’t. And I want answers. Now. 

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