Horizon

I dreamt last night that the ship had left us. A horrible despair came over me and woke me from my sleep to a great and disorientating cacophony of flapping.

My tent had become untethered and was half collapsed in on itself like a great heaving lung.

Crawling from my tangled nest of canvas I spied the ship, closer. Then with shock another and another.

They have seen us and now, with instant realisation, I wish above all things that we had kept ourselves hidden.