I'd sort of forgotten about this prompt, which you'd probably realize both by the fact that the last time I used it was last October, and by the fact that was the only time I ever used it.
So, let us make amends. Today we go back to: the last line prompt.
Take the first line of a song, as randomly as you wish, and use it as the last line of your poetry or prose. It's like the Random CD prompt, only backwards. Kinda.
Today I planted much garlic. There is still more to be planted, which will hopefully happen tomorrow.
Sleep Through The Static - Jack Johnson
He relaxed for a moment,
It seemed innocent enough;
The sky was a perfect blue,
The ocean was not rough.
His stealthy eyes betrayed him,
Escorting him to dreams;
There he found serenity,
A heaven - or so it seemed.
A clap of thunder woke him,
Followed by a lightning flash;
He swore it came from nowhere,
But then, trouble travels fast.