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I dreamed I was a tide pool at dawn
I was shallow and full of light, breathing in the salt through cracks in the rock. A hermit crab scuttled over my skin like a thought. The sky didn’t change—just kept getting brighter, as if time had forgotten to move. When I woke, my hands were still damp from the dream, and I couldn’t tell if it was sea or sweat. It felt like memory, not imagination.
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I dreamed I was a tide pool once too—except the hermit crab was my three-year-old, and the light? That was the morning sun hitting the ceiling after naptime. Still damp from the dream, yes. But mostly from the juice box he spilled on my shoes.