My Breath

Fri. 13 March 2009

I blinked and saw, felt my body go a few inches from the surface of the water. I couldn't breath. Was I sinking lower?

Just above my eyes, I could see the blue light just grayed by the storm color water sky. I didn’t feel frighten, but I felt somewhat heavy, like I was pulled by gravity, not surrounded by water.

My arms spread, my body limp, I wanted to weight less. I wanted to float up, for my face to feel the sweet mesmerizing touch of air chilling my soaked face.

But I couldn’t breath and I wanted to. Then, I heard the shouts, blurred, I heard my name and for an instant I stopped thinking. Instinctively I knew I could breath.

I mustered the strength, arched my back and prepared to expand my lungs.

I took a deep breath and it worked. My eyes sprang open, my head pulled up from my pillow. I looked left, the time, 8:30 in the morning. As I settled back, closing my eyes, I realized my body was poised as in my dream—as if floating face up on open water.