QUEER

                WHILE THE DARK HAIR OF THE NIGHT COVERS THE SKY, I DREAMT I WAS BY THE SEA. I WAS PLAYING WITH THE SAND BESIDE THE VAST SALTY WATERS. I HAVE MADE SAND CASTLES BUT NEVER BUILT THE ONE I LIKE.

                AT THAT MOMENT, MY ATTENTION WAS DRAWN INTO THE PLAYFUL WAVES. I WALKED CLOSER TO THE WATER, BUT I FELT THE FEAR TO GET CLOSE. THE EXCITEMENT OF GETTING CAUGHT BY THE ROLLING WAVES LINGERED IN MY SENSES, BUT I HESITATED TO BE WET. I TRIED EVERYTHING TO AVOID EVERY SPLASH.

                I KEPT ON RUNNING AWAY FROM THE WAVES. IT WAS REALLY AFTER ME. I RAN. EYES ON MY BACK. UNTIL I REALIZED I WAS ON A MUCH HIGHER GROUND. THE WATER WAS THEN FAR, STILL ON SIGHT. I WAS WEARY OF RUNNING SO I STOPPED.  I WAS ON A SAD GRAY HILL. THE WATER HAVE CEASED ON CHASING ME. I GAVE A SIGH OF RELIEF.

                I WAS TERRIBLY WORN OUT FROM RUNNING. I RESTED AND CLOSED MY EYES. THE TIME I OPENED MY EYES, I WAS ON A CONIFEROUS FOREST—NOT ANYMORE ON THE GLOOMY HILL. I FELT THE LONELINESS. IT IS QUITE QUEER BUT I WAS SAD BECAUSE THE WATER HADN’T CAUGHT ME. REGRETS SPROUTED ON MY SOUL. THEREFORE, I WAS HORRIBLY HEARTBROKEN.

                THEN, I WOKE UP. I FELT WEIRD.