Middle of the Week Motivation

Song of the Water

It was 3 am. Mark woke to the same enchanting voice. He had recently moved into his new house, next to a large pond. This had only been happening for the past 2 days, even though he had been living in his new house for a little over a week. Mark sighed, rubbing his eyes and propping himself up on his elbows. As the singing continues he rolls his eyes and hops out of bed, planning to investigate.

Throwing on something that looks sorta decent, meaning his "lucky" flannel and jeans, he heads out the door, not even bothering to touch his hair. He adjusts his glasses and wraps his arms around himself, suddenly chilled by the fierceness of the wind. He regrets not bringing a jacket, but he stayed steady on course towards the sound of the hypnotizing music.

He stopped as he got to the edge of the pond, surveying the area. He noticed something in the distance and began making his way towards it. The closer he got, he realized that it wasn't a something, but more of a someone. "Is that them singing?" Mark asked himself, pausing to listen more carefully. "And all these sorrows I have seen, they lead me to believe, that everything's a mess."

"Um... Hello?" Mark asked, walking again, and raising his voice as he got within hearing range. The singing stopped and Mark heard a splash, the figure disappearing into the waters. "D4mn it!" Mark complains, scowling to himself. Frustrated, he sits down on a rock that was sticking out of the water. Mark, clearing his throat, sang the lyrics again, his voice ringing out over the waters. "And all these sorrows I have seen, they lead me to believe, that everything's a mess."

Mark sat in silence, listening intently for the song. All he heard was the wind. Sighing, he stands up and begins to trudge back to his house. "But I wanna dream." Mark stops upon hearing the music. "I wanna dream."He turns and spots the person next to the rock he was at. "Leave me to dream."

Mark's eyes widen and he slowly moves back towards the pond. The closer he gets, the more he can see of the person, or man. He had bright green hair, which contrasted his pale skin. "Um, hi?" Mark called.

The man looked up at him and stared for a moment or two before diving back into the water. Mark ran forward, looking for the strange man in the water. "If only it wasn't so dark," he mumbled.

A gust of frigid wind hits Mark, and he bolts back inside, not wanting to be out in the cold any longer. He gets back in bed, not caring about changing, and stares at the ceiling. His mind was reeling with so many things, he thought it would be impossible to fall back asleep. That was until he heard the mellow song again. "But I wanna dream, I wanna dream, leave me to dream." Mark closed his eyes, slipping into a deep slumber afterwards.

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The next night, Mark didn't go to bed. He went to the pond, this time bringing a warm sweatshirt with him. Mark sat down on the same rock from the night before and crossed his legs, trying to get as comfortable as possible on the hard lump of stone.

Mark sighs, yawning and stretching. Looking at his phone, he discovers that it's not much past 1 am. He lays down, trying to get more comfortable, but seeing as he was tired from the day's activities, he ended up falling asleep.

"We all are living in a dream, but life ain't what it seems. Oh, everything's a mess." The voice sang out again. The same figure from the previous night stuck his head out of the water. He saw Mark sleeping there, all curled up in a ball and swam closer, curious. "And all these sorrows I have seen, they lead me to believe, that everything's a mess."

Mark stirred, sitting up, awoken by the same enchanting voice. He looked over the lake before spotting the green-haired man. "But I wanna dream. I wanna dream. Leave me to dream..." The green haired figure trailed off and they again, just stared at each other in fascination. Mark wasn't quite sure what to say, seeing as any time in the past that he had, this mysterious person had disappeared. And so, the two of them just stared. "Hi there." Mark whispered, surprised at himself for actually gaining the courage to speak.