Dangerous Waters.

It felt like a million tiny pins had been shoved into my flesh as I plunged into the freezing cold water, not prepared for the icy surprise that I had just experienced. I tried to push myself to the surface, not daring to open my eyes in the bitter cold water. I wasn't a strong swimmer, I never was. I wasn't really the muscly, strong type. I was really very weak, and I didn't have the guns to swim against the strong current that was pulling me under and down the deep stream. I kept trying to push myself upwards, my lungs aching for air, but it kept pulling me back under. I need air. Now. I felt my hand above the surface as I struggled, and I searched for something; a rock, a loose tree branch, ANYTHING, to grab onto. To pull me up. To save my life. There was nothing. Only rapid, rushing water that seemed determined to kill me. I felt something hard and stable on the surface and latched my freezing, shaking fingers onto it, pulling as hard as my strength would allow. This seemed impossible. The current was dragging my frail little body behind me like a rag doll, and I couldn't hold on any longer. I STILL hadn't gotten to the surface! I swam upwards, and right before my head touched the surface, my lungs burst. I choked on the water and kicked hard as my grip on the rock was longer in tact, and I flew along with the current, closing my eyes. I knew what would happen next.

And then I woke up. My old ratty comforter twisted around me like a serpent, my sheets and pillow soaked with sweat. I sat up quickly, panting, gasping for air. The dream always seemed so real...and that was the 3rd night in a row I'd had it. It was really beginning to scare me. Was this some sort of premonition? Was I going to drown anytime soon? I swore I could feel the water...I could feel my lungs bursting. Feel the water entering my body as I began to sink the bottom. My heart stop.