The Sea

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Exhaustion takes over her body. As the girl sinks to the seafloor, her knees buckle beneath her and she starts to fall. She lands softly on her bed, a thud heard from the impact. Her hair a mess on her head, it covers her face. Her eyes start to droop and her breathing starts to slow. Later, she starts to snore as her subconscious leaves her. The girl got swept to dreamland. She sleeps like a baby, so innocent. She takes heavy breaths from her mouth because her nose is full of snot. All of that crying drained her out, no doubt.

She looks so peaceful, so different from the girl a while ago. This girl is not tense, she isn't crying, she isn't broken. This girl is not desperately trying to swim, she's floating. She's not drowning. This girl, though definite wounds are visible on her from the amount of times she scraped on a rock in the sea, her arms aren't flailing. She's starting to learn how to swim.

She's taking a rest, a well-deserved break. She'srecuperating from the amount of pain that she has been through. She's humanafter all. Humans have limits. No one can be strong for too long. She's not amonster. She's setting herself free. She's letting herself heal. Since thestart, she has always been trying to stay afloat. It's time that she letherself go. It doesn't matter how long. She is a girl who had just faced astorm. She needs this. There is no need for hardships, no need for pretends.There is no need to act like a boulder, or disguise herself as one of the fish.Let go, and enter dreamland. She deserves this.