Day 4’s prompt is to write about a dream. In the 5th grade, I had a recurring dream that my elementary school flooded and my crush turned into a shark. Huey, Dewey, and Louie were also involved, although I’ve left them out here. Sorry, boys.
What was it like, breathing water?
Your shape sinuous in its tragedy,
our faces pressed to an iridescent membrane
you could only eye.
We watched your form glide past
desks and cubbies, no need
for air or learning, either.