They went to the seaside for a couple of days. They stayed up late each night till early morning. Then they slept till the afternoon rolled around and the heat woke them up to find their bodies drowning in sweat and bleeding their hearts out for a glass of water. Each night was splendid and glossy in the beginning and sloppy and normal in the end. The sunrise made her anxious. It meant that a new day had arrived when she hadn’t kissed the old one goodbye yet. –REWRITE OR DELETE
One of those mornings they all went to bed because the sun was rising steadily well above the roofs of houses. Sleep began to crawl up her legs, but she sprang up. She looked around their little blue room: boys and girls were sleeping on every bed on crumpled sheets. She left the room.
“I am the blue jellyfish. I would usually bring three of your wishes to reality, but due to the financial crisis I only answer questions now. Good enough?”
She had walked the beach, almost empty and cold. A blue jellyfish had come up to the sand where it meets the waves and becomes nicely brown. Her feet penetrated the water and retreated, freezing.
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