What is underneath this floor?
From bed last night as my eyes closed it came on as if by a switch.
Breathe. Breathe. You are wrapped in warm limbs - you are safe...still, here...
but it was an assertive ruffle and the smell of the wet gravel was being impressed into my pitted sleep with black ink and a very sharp nib.
From my bed and through closed eyes I saw air and dim light come up through the stepping stones in the entrance, and the blue of the darkness presented its self like a person - a guide.
A soft belly pressed against my back in that warm bed...but I could smell the dirt and my cheek felt cold next to the ground...outside.
I could feel my breathing get faster...
"Who lived here before you?" I asked.
"I don't know" was the tired reply
Why I began to cry I do not know.
But I cried for the thing that was burried and traped.
And I wondered what it was...
and why it was there
and what was going to happen next
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