As a creature that has not yet grasped the concept of dreams, any visions or events seen in the state of sleep was perceived as an unhinged reality. One moment, Kit was racing in the cool waters in the furred, spotted body of a harbour seal, and the next, he was staring into the face of a curious human boy. Curious seemed the only world that could trademark Kit, it simply described every piece of his being. His large doe-like inquisitive blue eyes were often rapidly moving in his head, consuming every bit of earth that was not seen in the likes of the sea, or the beach, or the rocks by the water. Everything that met his gaze came to him in small fits of excitement and fear, and since English or any tongue in that matter is unknown to him, the only way to express delight, keenness, and interest was to reach an arm towards the anticipated sight, or object. That and the occasional sigh, mumble, and gush of “ooh” and “aah”.
The sea had swept something unusual on the shore that day. It lay still, lifeless on the wet sand. It appeared to be asleep. Its skin was marbled and spotted from head to toe.
In his dreams, Kit saw the murky waters of the sea on a stormy day. Despite the calamity in the skies, the waters were an empty grey, cold, wretched place. Only one thing swayed in the deep, moving with the currents like seaweed uprooted from the earth. It was a boy, a small boy. His lips, and his skin were white as bone.
After several moments he suddenly began to stir viciously, spewing out spouts of water. He was awake. His thick tail disappeared as he hauled himself across the sand and away from the water. Soon the grey fur fell from his new damp, cold skin. How odd the world looked on two legs, Kit thought as he stared into the sleepy orange sky. The beach was empty save for his peculiar self. The waves came to a lull as the sun sank over the horizon. He sat there for some time, wondering where the light went as the world blackened around him. Kit was often distracted by the simplest of things. Perhaps the sea swallowed it in its wrath. There were plenty of foreign treasures deep below.