April 18, 2024

The first impact shook the massive dome above us and the ground beneath us as well. It was engineered to withstand just about any dynamic load short of a mile wide meteor plunging into the ocean through the two miles of water above the domes apex. Although it wasn't cataclysmic failure, the structure sprung small leaks along some of the seams to its greater sections. Some sprayed a saltwater mist, a few dripped sporadically. One leak ran a steady drizzle near me that if I wasn't more concerned with what was outside the dome, may have been fun to play in. My colleague was a scary looking beast whom I would probably have been fearful of had I not known him. Awoken to an inmate yelling. 

The GPS indicated the donut shop we are looking for is in a residential neighborhood. The sweeping curve of the exit ramp puts us about a block away and as I pull up to the vinyl sided box I think we were mislead until I see the business name printed on the simple glass door entrance. I tell the pregnant woman and her son to wait in the car. The donut shop is austere and simple but the menu is extensive. Each donut is $1.06 and I cannot decide if I want to bother with donuts when I see the cookie list. It feels like $50.00 isn't going to be enough. Awoken again. 

I suspect the undersea dream was encouraged from watching the PBS special about Rachel Carson. Someday I will have to read The Sea Around Us. Too bad my sleep is always interrupted. My almost four hours of sleep is usually in pieces.