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Prospects Document #1
Scenario #1, Prompt: Someone sings a song, reminiscing in the form of a lullaby to the child.
“Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end.”
The voice was barely there, barely audible, barely a voice, but the words were no less than echoing. At least, to the child.
“Sun digs its heels to taunt you.”
The world was quiet, yet the child has never been more overwhelmed in their life.
“But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same.”
The child breathed.
“Rises the moon.”
“Days fade into a water color blur.”
Sometimes, the child’s mind wanders further than they think it should.
“Memories swim and haunt you.”
Where did they come from? How did they get here? And why has this person stuck to them this entire
“But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke”
All they remember is the cold feeling of water.
“Rises the moon.”
“Oh-oh, close your weary eyes.”
Tears were gathering in their eyes once more.
“I promise you that soon the autumn comes.”
Who is this person,
“To darken fading summer skies.”
And why is that voice the most beautiful thing they have ever heard?
“Breathe, breathe, breathe.”
It’s so…sad.
“Days pull you down just like a sinking ship.”
The hand carding through their hair lightens, and the child wouldn’t have even noticed it hadn’t the voice faded ever so slightly.
“Floating is getting harder.”
It is.
“But tread the water, child, and know that meanwhile”
The child’s hand twitches, wanting to hold onto the person, hold onto them, don’t let them leave.
“Rises the moon.”
“Days pull you up just like a daffodil.”
The tears pouring down their face shines in the light of the celestial in the sky.
“Uprooted from its garden.”
The breeze picks up, and they shiver. The person holds them closer.
“They'll tell you what you owe, but know even so”
The child does not fight it.
“Rises the moon.”
“You'll be visited by sleep.”
The child doesn’t want to sleep.
“I promise you that soon the autumn comes.”
But they do not fight it.
“To steal away each dream you keep.”
The wisp of the cold is obvious, as the child lay in the arms of their person.
“Breathe, breathe, breathe.”
They only breathe.
Word Count: 359
Inspired by Rises the Moon of liana flores