The ground was grass,
then it turned to water.
I sunk in fast,
started flailing, swimming,
gliding through air.
I turned my head and looked,
and there he was.
Herobrine, a myth, a
legend, here not
to attack or hurt or
fight but to help
me through this never-en-
-ding night. I swam,
flailed, perhaps, because
I was afraid
of drowning in my dream.
He looked, lent a
hand, helped me out of the
endless blue depths.
I watched him, curious,
as the ground rose
before us to create
a green island.
There we sat, staring at
the sun, wondering what
this could mean.
I broke the rules,
looked up at him,
asked him something curious.
"Can we be friends now?"
He looked at me,
never answered,
disappeared.
And I awoke.
About the Creator
Chloe
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