Water flows.
In my sleep I hear it
Speaking to me.

The water knows my name.
Its waves whisper
Secrets and gossip.

I feel relaxed.
Still I quite don’t trust the water.

I feel myself drowning
When I’m dreaming
As I slip down
As if weighed down with metal.

I wake up in a sweat,
Water’s voice
Fresh in my ears.

I go to my kitchen,
Drink a glass of water.

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