I was sinking. I could see the bright glimmer of the sun hitting the water above me. I struggled to get to it.The water held me back, engulfing me in a fearful hug that would never end.

I knew that they were there searching for me, I would never be able to see them again, not in this underwater prison. The bars, weeds, and my only bunk was the rocks many feet below.

The glimmer was fading, fast. I had to get out. I struggled, trying to break free, kicking the weeds away from my feet.

When I looked up again, the glimmer was gone. As I looked down, I saw the gray of the rocks and, a single faint glimmer…

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Then I woke up, breathing heavily, and shaking. I still hate deep water…