Little Goat Mountain He tried to steal tears of all oceans away.

he had fallen asleep, a light doze in the brief sun. laid away in the grasses, the sounds of nearby goats a mere lullaby. he too had not been hungry enough to even consider going after one. especially not with the ram ever watchful.

but eventually silence swept through and the sound of lambs was replaced by the breeze. a churn of the weather right above him. it was not ideal, but hardly anything ever was.

so he rose from his place bedded down in grasses and weeds, disheveled from the world's least satisfying nap. only to discover that neither one of them were as alone as they thought. while it wasn't as if he had suddenly popped up right next to her, he was aware that he was very easily in her line of sight.

awkwardly, he watched her. as if he found himself stuck in a hallway and scared they would both go the same way.