Early this morning, I awoke to the peaceful sound of a babbling brook flowing nearby. The process was slow, hearing the rushing water passing over the smoothed stones in the distance. Then almost like magic, the soothing gurgling sound drew nearer. It felt almost like I was being carried on a puffy cloud, floating over the landscape to the river's edge. I've not felt so relaxed in a very very long time.
Finally, when I opened my eyes, I discovered I was not surrounded by the lush greenery of the forest, but by the bland naked walls of my bedroom. My cat sleeping nearby, his slumber obviously also disturbed by the burbling sounds, as he looks about the room confusedly.
"Rubble, rubble, rubble!" The rippling cackle dissects the silence.
"Shit! There it is again!" I think quietly to myself.
"Rubble, rubble, rubble!"
It's my stomach growling. Time to get up and feed the beast!
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