My cold feet track the wet fallen leaves
The wind blows as my dress pulls me backwards I run but cannot escape.
They grab me and take me away.
I wake up, the sea surrounding me nowhere to go.
I look, my eyes straining to just get maybe a glimpse of land.
No land, no fish, no people.
Water. I glide my hand above it yet my hand comes up dry.
Water? Air? Sand? It drives me to a point I never wanted to reach.
My hands shake,
My lungs fill with fear,
My heart pounds shaking me and tilting my brain while I have absurd thoughts.
Is this a dream?
I pinch.
It is not only a dream but a nightmare.