Another Dream

In and out of sleep during a nap, I dreamed that a shark washed up on a Florida beach and was beached as if it were a whale.  But no one wanted to get near it because of its teeth.  It could kill you, after all.  We watched from a sand dune as the shark took its last breath.  She said, wind in her hair and pain on her face, "I prayed almost exclusively for it for the past week.  But He didn't listen."