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"I turn down the brightness of my monitor.
Three small, vibrant blue lights are
circling the beach outside my second-floor
window. I watch from behind the glow of my
pink, female-musky candle as they bob and
swerve, cavorting like puppies in the
midnight black.
They halt, and I know they 'see' me
watching from the darkness of my window.
One shoots toward me, fast as lightning,
and I flinch.
Up close, it looks like the top of a
dandelion in bloom, just before a breeze
blows the fluff-umbrella'd seeds away.
Between the wiggling stems, which are
shafts of neon-blue light, millions of tiny
creatures teem on the porous, skin-like
surface of the orb. The millions of tiny
creatures, vaguely bear-like in appearance
with white fur and large sapphire eyes that
take up most of their tiny heads, are all
looking up to the sky...watching me.
I wave. They wave back, white-furred paws
sending a gentle breeze toward my face
through my closed screen. The air smells of
coriander and honey.
The orb shoots away as quickly as it
arrived, and the three reunite in a few
clockwise twirls before shooting off into
the deep, dark sky.
I turned back to my computer screen, turn
up the brightness, and write this down."