Flowing Flawlessly

Chapter III

Softness engulfed me, making me feel weightless. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the bright light that flooded the room. The place was small- a simple shack it seemed with fishing net hanging on the wall and shells on the floor and hanging on walls. There was a wooden table against the wall directly in front of me with paper and a pencils scattered like they were shuffled in a haste. I looked down on the twin bed I was in at the soft sheets that pooled around my waste when I sat up.

My hoodie and jeans were gone, replaced by a beige dress thing made from a thin fabric that I couldn't name. I furrowed my brows, remembering my fall off the cliff and whatever it was that grabbed me in the water. Shortly after it spoke to me I passed out. From outside a window I could see this dwelling was right on a beach. There was no land out in the sea that I could make out and I didn't recognize the beach horizon and I've visited every one of them in the area.

I wouldn't forget one, especially not one as beautiful as this. The sun reflected off bright stones in the sand, illuminated the beach and making it appear godly and mirror-like. Waves kissed the shoreline gently, making a soft whooshing sound. The noise made me feel calm even though I should be freaking out.

I don't know where I am or what happened or how I survived the fall. Carefully removing the sheet, I stepped off the bed, the floorboards creaking as I placed my weight on them. My golden locks fell over my face as I looked down at my feet. Sitting beside the bed was my easel and canvas stacked nicely together, my paints and brushes pushed against them. I gulped, my heart beating fast like a bird's wings in a wind storm.

Someone brought me here. Someone changed my clothes. The realization made my eyes turn to saucers, but for some reason every emotion but serenity was blocked from my soul. I couldn't feel panicked or stressed. All I felt was a tugging sensation pulling me to the beach. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward and looked out at the gentle waves.

I pushed the door open, stepping out onto a tiny porch then leaped down the stairs until my feet were wrapped in the warm sand. A light breeze tickled my cheeks and the knee length dress blew softly behind me. I looked to my left, seeing nothing but sand and a rock formation just fifty feet away. To my right, the beach stretched endlessly like it led the way to the end of the earth.

Everything in me never wanted to leave this place. The peace it brought was indescribable and the tingles I felt when I was in the water hadn't left since I woke up. These tingles weren't like the weird ones you get when someone whispers in your ear- no they were pleasant and warm. It felt like a piece of the sun shined inside me, seeping through each pore of my skin and making me glow.

I sighed in content, closing my eyes. Once I opened them back up I practically flew to the water, sticking my feet in the silky smooth waves. I kicked around a bit, enjoying the feeling of the coarse ocean.

"You know, I don't know how I got here, but it's breathtaking. I never want to leave and I don't know why I feel this way. I should be freaking out. I should be trying to run and find someone to take me home, but I can't. Each and every thought about leaving just slips my mind, transforming into a rope that pulls me here. It makes me wonder if this is heaven. If I'm dead. This is too beautiful to be real," I muttered to the sea. My eyes swept the surface of the water for as far as I could see.

The clear blue sky contrasted with the deep navy of the water. There wasn't a cloud in sight and I knew this would make such a beautiful scene for a painting. It's scene was so much more relaxing than the one at the cliff. There weren't jagged rocks sticking out and clashing with roaring rapids. This water just flowed simply on its own and did what it wanted with nothing to obstruct it.