Daily Writing Blurb

The water rushed out of the painting, in an inexplicable hurry to escape from one reality to another. The clouds, ominous and silent, that drifted across the walls behind the gilded frame confused her even more as the water filled the space around her bare feet. As she lifted the hem of her dress, the water rose, its own tides and currents slowly being born in this small subconscious room. She couldn't decide if she wanted to wake up, or swim the vast ocean that her imagination offered.

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Art: Lost Boat (c) Silvia15, DeviantArt