“she remains…”

I never noticed that before, that ceiling, she thought to herself. All this time, she hadn’t noticed the fabric of her security. But she had never floated like this before. The current had always looked uncomfortable.

The boat rocked gently convincing her she was awake, although, now she couldn’t see. She was blinded by pin pricks of light that ferociously claimed the space around the notes.

By the time she reached the entrance/exit, her eyes burned with sight. And there he was. All the younger for the waiting.

9 comments

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    Wow, this is wonderful. I love the image and feeling it leaves me with. Of course, I have spent my life in holds at sea… well sort of… not in holds, but at sea…

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