Waves of a Dream

Your standing in the damp sand.

You look out over the sinister waves to stare into the face of the burnt orange son.

You dare not let your eyes drift away. 

The wind barks at you from behind.

Goose bumps prickle down your arm.

The burnt orange son is slowly falling off the side of the earth.

The icy waters seize your toes, reaching towards your ankles.

The burnt orange son beckons for you.

You take a deep breath. 

The water blankets your feet, holding your ankles in a tight embrace.

Salt air fills your nostrils.

The burnt orange son smiles at you.

The water falls.

You notice something glimmer out of the corner of your eye.

You dare not let your eyes drift away.

Its right by your feet. What could it be?

The burnt orange son holds out its hand.

A pebble? A jewel? 

It entices you.

You reach down to pick it up.

You dare not let your eyes drift away.

The sand shifts through your fingers.

You look down at your palm only to find a broken seashell.

In an instant you realize your mistake.

You look up towards the burnt orange son, but it has fallen over the side of the earth.

Collosians 3:2 Set your affections on things above, not on things on the earth.

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