Our Boat

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We've finally become slaves to these waves. The strength of the water is shattering our small boat.

This boat has done us well the past few years. It's a nice little boat with green oars and a blue hull and inside. I've done so many things in this boat. I've fished in this boat. I've loved in this boat. I've lost in this boat.

Now, it looks like I'll lose the boat itself.

We're trying to keep the boat steady, but the waters are too powerful for our little boat to handle. The waves have yanked our oars from our palms. The winds splash water into our eyes.

I'm losing.

My love. She's trying to stay strong. It's not working. She's tied herself to the plank that she's sitting on. It's breaking. I try to comfort her in this time of trouble. She's ignoring me. Oh, look! She fell. Off the boat. Into the water. The same water that's currently tearing apart my sweet little boat.

I'm losing.

What can I do now? My love has now drowned. She's gone. She's ... she's really gone. She's gone for real this time. What am I gonna do? She's dead. I can't save a dead person. Stop daydreaming. Look ahead. What's that? A waterspout. Heading toward you. At 55 miles per hour. What's gonna happen to you? What's gonna happen to your boat? Too late. It's already happening. You've yanked up by the waterspout and now you're holding on to our poor little boat. Er, sorry, I'm getting yanked up. Sorry about that. I got a little sidetracked. Anyway, now I'm holding onto a plank. The boat has been destroyed. Our poor little boat. Whelp. Guess I'm dead. I've been thrown into the water.

What's this? I'm in my room. Guess it was a dream. My room is blue. I like blue.