A fanfiction about a lost soul stuck in a daydream. Is Hobi a figment of their imagination? Why is Hobi there at the edge of their reality? If this a daydream, does this lost soul want to wake up; can they wake up? A slow building romance/surreal wa...
I stepped into my tiny fishing boat, feeling the sway of it as the water below gave way. With a sigh I turned around and grabbed the tackle and bait boxes, and heaved up the rest of my gear into the boat.
Fishing has always been a way for me to relieve stress and squash my inner demons. Today is more about habit though I suppose.
I quickly unfastened the rope from the dock and buoyed out a bit before pulling the ripcord to start my tiny propellor engine.
And away we go.
Today I felt different though. The normal calm I usually feel at going out to sea seemed.....off. I shrugged off the feeling and placed my fingers out to the sky to measure where the sun was.
Plenty of time to fish. 12:30ish I think. Something seemed odd though; why didn't I just have a watch or a phone on me? I shrugged off the feeling.
A certain unease plagued me, almost like a slow buzzing forming by my ears. Like white noise, but dull. It was almost as if someone was near me; an odd sense of hope if you will.
I made it out to where I felt was a good spot to sink a line for a bit. With a cast of my reel and the sound of a soft ker-plunk as my weighted hook hit the water I closed my eyes.
Dreaming:
Where are you now? What? Why are you here, in this place? I'm not sure. I keep coming here, but I don't know why. Nan Molla. Is this your daydream? My daydream? I can't be your sunshine unless you open your eyes; wish upon the sky. I'm just getting some rest.... WAKE UP!
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Thanks for reading. This was a short chapter, probably going to be the SHORTEST one. Please feel free to point out grammatical or spelling errors. I love feedback!
