Into the Flood

If I could turn back time, I don't think I would. It's not so bad here. Now I'm not alone, the empty hallways mocking me as I lay awake. I made friends here; the stars are very nice when you get to know them. They don't talk much, but they're great listeners. And sometimes, if I reach high enough, I can touch them. I don't have to work to live, I just lay around all day. It's actually quite nice. But I can still hear the water in my ears. It never goes away, almost laughing at me. That's the worst part about drowning.