“Though it was a ways off, I shot to it like a stone. The dim light was coming from something buried in the sand. It looked like it could have been a tiny rock. I wondered how I had been able to see it from so far away and where that light has come from. I grabbed it, but it wouldn’t budge.
I brought myself around so that I was crouched over it and put both hands around it as best I could, but it still would not move. So I-”
“But how were you still breathing, Pop?”
“Like I said, I thought it was a dream, so I didn’t need to, I guess. Actually, I had never really thought of it before. Good catch.”
“Anyway. I figured that it must have been part of something bigger, so I swept some sand away, but it just kept going. I swept all around until I had uncovered enough of this rock that we could have a picnic on it.”
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