the rich were a family, trapped upon an upturned boat. the ocean's waves grew tall against them, even without storm. precious quarters had collapsing walls, barely holding back doom. newfound disabilities drove a blind desperation for relief. unseen newscasters warned their billions were taken by the water, and lamented at what impact this would have.

Something from my unconscious, not nightmare enough to make me fear for my safety, but not dream enough to keep me asleep.