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A Sleeping Giant
Today the small, little fountains at school seemed like a giant breathing and snoring underwater. The jets were set low so they barely violated the once placid surface of the retaining pool’s eerily dark green water. The undulating pulse of the water pushed the long tethers of algae towards the pool’s edge as if making room for the creature’s obvious size. I kept staring at the rippling water waiting for a large pair of discolored, bloated hands to reach up from the seemingly endless abyss, rub strange, wide eyes before pausing to gawk at the pruned, sagging flesh in obvious confusion. My thoughts fixed solely on the ponds undulating waves; I forgot my true purpose as for standing there, being in that place, and turned over and over the idea of a fantastical being sleeping quietly in the cold and murky water beneath me. Just lost.
