Our writing prompt was to start with “I think I know what water dreams…”

I think I know what water dreams, at night when stars are bright and the surface glassy still.  It dreams it is the wind, flowing in slow motion, waving long fronds of muddy grass, caressing the green fur covered blades.  It dreams of birds flying with fins spread wide gliding on a current of air.  It dreams that beneath the flat black floor there are diamonds sparkling and twinkling in depths upon depths upon depths in the silence.