Whispers to Morpheus (Journal)

[Yvette Marie]

It's quiet again, but the ripples fall farther from the center of the original drop of rain. Should be we be wary that the fish will come up to bite again? Silly fish, we are the kraken that swims in the deep.
I wonder how long this quiet will last. Nothing lasts forever, especially not for ones such as us. Forever, after all, is an awfully long time.
The flavor of this food tastes off. How long until they poison the water supply? The patterns are off as well. Code numbers flow frequently but they are wrong, so wrong. The numbers are out of sequence.
Clocks ticking falling falling. How long will I be falling? Shall I fall through the center of the earth, white rabbit?
Will I stand on my head? A tea party is lovely, but not if all are dead.
Garden's grow in moonlight without the kiss of the sun, but only special flowers make it. The weeds will be plucked from the earth and ground into mulch to feed the little fishies.
But the feel of storms are coming. Will it tear up the Dragon's garden? Will all the pretty flowers be scattered to the winds?