The wind, the waves, and the storm had exhausted my strength. I cuddled up next to the structure hoping for shelter against the storm. I was cold, wet, and in the dark. I thought I’d never get to sleep, but I did.

I woke in my own bed, trying to remember the details of my dream and wondering how to continue.

I wonder what I’ll dream tonight and if the building on the rock will still be there when, and if, I return.