I often dreamt, in those sorrowful nights, that I lived free, to do as I please. Then one day I thought, ‘wait, what dreary force lurks at my doorstep that would oppose such a thing’. So it was decided, I would leave this lonely life to spend six days at the bottom of the ocean, or perhaps more, there are no limits to these things you know. Now, you may think to yourself, ‘why in God’s good grace would you do such a thing’, it is easy my friend. I would leave, simply because I wanted to-no, perhaps I was bored.

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I've been working on this piece for a few days, and the story above is the first paragraph of the short story I am currently writing. Both the story and this picture are inspired by a dream I had a week ago.

I might post the story when I'm all the way done, dunno.

Here's the flat version: http://i30.tinypic.com/hrg6t2.png