I sucked in a deep breath of warm summer air. The temerature alone seemed to warm my entire core, filling me up and wrapping be up in a blanket of empty hope. I faultered my stride and my head dipped beneath the icy cold film of water, blinding me and rushing into my nose. I picked up the speed of my arms and legs --that were turning to drift wood with each movement, and brought my face above the water again and with a loud gasp and a heavy cough i began crying out to anything to pull me from the never ending void. I dipped down again and for a second i stopped fighting. How it felt so good to rest and take a breath. My arms and legs burned with aching muscles and the rest of me shivered with the cold artic-like water. It felt as though, when you lay in bed after a hard and long day and you whole body seems to slip into the comfort of the reward that was sleep, after making it through the day unscathed. I started kicking my legs again and brought myself above the water line and sucked in another warm, forbidden breath. My hair stuck and clung to my face the black strands blocking my vision and getting in my mouth, muffling my desperate shrieks for help. And I knew, that no one would come. I knew. I had been here so long. And i was getting so tired. But though my voice wasnt my own, i screamed on. Begging, clawing, reaching for some possiblility that a golden hand would reach out and pull me into the warm air above me. It had been years, it seemed. And finally I couldnt swim anymore. I Dipped under once more, but i stopped fighting and let that relieving feeling of rest fill me up, alone with three pints of water. My hand streatched up, out of the water, to see if perhaps, some being decided to save me. My hand sank into the water, submurging my palm then thumb then the rest of my fingers until nothing was left. Not even a insignifigant ripple to signature my passing
My final breath, struggled out my lungs, and floated to the surface as a warm, useless bubble.
