The black waters enwrap her in its ice cold grip. Its cool touch surging through her veins while the sting of its chilling breath drag her farther and farther down to the depths of its empty stomach. Forcing her eyes open, she struggles and swims away from the darkness towards a faint light above her. She pushes away the frigid waters until the scintillating light replaces the ocean’s glacial grip with the searing stare of fire. These glowing orbs of flames float against a bleak backdrop like lily pads serenely gliding over sober waters. Time suddenly seems to slow as only for this short instant a sense of tranquility flows through her.
When she reaches the surface, however, the scene is chaos. She gulps up all the air she can, only to inhale thick gray smoke. Coughing with disgust and worry, she hecticly swims in circles for Oliver. We jumped from the same spot on the bluff. He must be around here somewhere, she wonders. “Oliver!” She yells through the surrounding wall of flames. “Oliver! Where are you?” She screams with squinted eyes through the heavy smoke and debris.
She dives beneath the water, evading the raging inferno above her. After a few seconds she emerges to hear with immense relief the distant roar of her name. She whips her head around to see Oliver frantically flailing and hurriedly shouting for her. “Over here!” She calls out to him and signals that they swim to shore.
She flings herself on to the sandy shore of ease with Oliver following behind her. “What happens now?” he whispers with sorrow. “We rest.” She responds mildly through tired eyes. They lay there soaked in the muffled dark with soft sand and broken shells intertwined between them. The waves brushing along the shoreline as if Oliver’s and her life hadn’t changed forever. As if the world was not at war and all was in perfect harmony. Drifting somewhere between a state of awake and asleep, her mind lingers on those glowing fiery orbs amid the bitter ocean. Time slows once more as she perishes into an unknown sleep.