>>50714813The song slowly grows to a crescendo, until there's one voice that's sticking out in particular; it's as if the one voice is speaking directly to you, trying encourage you to join the rest of the choir underneath the surface of the water. The song is so clear, it feels as though you could reach out and let the words flow between the tips of your fingers—and yet, you have no idea what they're saying all; it's like they're speaking in a language you don't understand.
You start crawling towards the edge of the dock, trying to get even closer to the source of the music that's echoing up from the depths. The music is so captivating; you have to hear more of the song, you have to know what it is, what it means, what it wants from you. You're three seconds from taking the plunge yourself when...
"Honey!" Your wife's voice calls out from behind you, breaking you free from the siren's song that's been pulling and tugging at your conscious. "What's going on?"
You turn around to face her, and she's standing there in the doorway with her hands on her hips, wearing a look of confusion. "It's time for dinner! Hurry up and come inside before it gets cold!"
With the song still echoing lightly in your head, you turn back towards the cottage; it's like the song—that beautiful, haunting song—is telling you to stay and listen a little longer, but you don't want to disappoint your wife by being even later for dinner. It's a bit hard to concentrate with your mind still reeling, but the smell of freshly baked bread is strong enough to make you forget all about the strange chorus—if only temporarily.
As you savour your meal, you stare out the window to the moon; it's already late out, and you have to get up early tomorrow, after all. When you're finished eating, it's straight to bed; without much effort—you're exhausted, after all—you drift right to sleep.
