Lake Lewisia #499

“Oh,” she exclaimed as another drip of water splashed between her eyes on the heels of the one that woke her seconds before, “is it raining up there?” Her lover yawned and stretched amid the moss and the worn-soft stones and murmured, “It was a week ago.” She looked up at the ceiling, studded with growing crystals and bioluminescing spores and seemingly solid, and thought about water percolating relentlessly down for a week, the surface making its slow way to her even when she burrowed and hid from it.

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LL#499