It's Still Life

An Entry from a Mouse’s Dream Diary

So it’s true. Mice do dream. Of drowning. A drowning dream. This is the season of water. Of fractious storms and troubled air. I run along the floor, pressing close to the skirting boards and wall. Avoiding wires and cords and shoes, baskets, books and magazines. Slipping under a newspaper, and then I stop. Catch my breath. Sniff the air. It smells of green sky pools. Whole oceans wanting to flood the floor. I chase the sodden light down the hall, floorboards swollen and stained. Around the corner, and a final dash toward the big clock. The clock. The clock. I race up the pendulum, tick and tock. Tick and tock. Hickory. Dickory. Dock. The clock strikes 8. Am I awake?

AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023. Written for Unicorn Challenge: story (max 250 words) based on an image of a mouse. Words: 139