He couldn’t sleep. Or he was sleeping between two worlds. He heard trickling water. Then a rush of noise like thousands of bearings hitting the ground. Swelling then dying. Then he saw snow or something else hail.
He hadn’t seen that in years. All the round white pieces.
When he woke up in the morning it was sunny and it was gone. Melted just as quick as it arrived.
He hadn’t seen that in years. All the round white pieces.
When he woke up in the morning it was sunny and it was gone. Melted just as quick as it arrived.