Anxious Dreaming

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I’m on a tiny fishing boat, far from shore. So far that I can’t even see the shore, so who’s to say it’s there at all? I have half a liter of water and a small can of worms, which I’m attempting to jury-rig to the end of a stick in a desperate attempt to catch some fish. There is a tiny life preserver at the front of the boat that used to be red but has been bleached by the sun to a…