The waves roared around her as she floated in her white dress, screaming in astonishment. “We’re going to be drowning in the deeps of the sea!”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” said the angel fish. “You wished for you to touch the bottom of the ocean and drown while the seaweed caresses your skin.”
“I did,” she whispered quietly as the ocean swayed in a rhythm around her, hitting her sides. “But I never expected wishes to come true.”
“Why bother to even call it a wish? To give it the birth title of a wish? To define it as something so magical beyond our imaginations to have a taste at?”
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11:11
Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
