I slip my feet slowly into my straw slippers. They seem cold and unfamiliar, yet the tingling sensation of friction on my soles feel almost...exciting. I pause for a moment, hesitant to lift myself from the edge of my bed. I replay the same scene in my head every day. How I draw the curtains beside my bed, hoping that something would have changed, that something would be different. But the sea of blue remains still.
I put on my jacket and pulled it closer to my body. The chill coming through the window is getting to my bones. I wish... what am I wishing for? Really. Is it possible to feel more alone than it is right now? Two's a company and I have change to spare. I am not even sure if I am counted as one whole right now. The emptiness that is spreading within me is hollowing me out.
i catch myself. shaking away that creeping sense of despair, i tell myself that in the light of all that has happened, i could have been in a much sorrier state. i could be dead, or worse still, dying. "i am going out," i say to myself, almost aloud. slinging my backpack over a shoulder, i push open the window, letting in a gust of shockingly cold air. perhaps something is changing, after all. grabbing the windowsill tightly for support, i swing my legs across and lower myself carefully onto the tiny raft tethered to the wall. water, everywhere. i felt like i was drowning, just looking at this vast expanse of blue. sickly blue.
The rope holding the raft to a rusty hook in the wall was mouldy and damp. I stared at it for a moment, before gathering the courage to pull in the rope and push off from the wall. I drift. I look across the sea of blue, towards the faint green and brown slopes in the distance. I have no oars. No planks. How would I get there? Will it be too late?I look around me. Pieces of debris floated lazily past my raft. A brown rat perched restlessly atop a dirty foam box, gazing woefully at me. What happened here? If it was some kind of massive flood, how could it have taken place while I was asleep? And is there no one left alive? Long minutes passed quietly before I snapped myself out of the pointless reverie, and tried my best to focus on the task at hand. I have to make it ashore today - no turning back like last time, even if I have to spend the night floating on the water.
Reaching out carefully I grabbed two floating branches and stuck them into the raft. Then I stretched my red poncho across it to make a little sail. The sun shone overhead in the cloudless sky, its gentle warmth bringing a little comfort from the frigid air around me. I took a deep breath, then raised my right arm to point towards the distant shore. "Saef ravila mais," I whispered to the sky, calling the northeast wind to my aid. Before long, my little red sail began to fill out, and I sat back, watching my apartment shrink slowly until it was finally out of sight, leaving me with only the silent breeze as my companion.
*pause* (shit this is so cheem. I feel like writing "I shivered, and realised it was a dream")
Having only the sky as my timepiece, I struggled to ration the meagre amount of food left in my bag. It proved to be a difficult task, the thought of being getting increasing alluring. As darkness seeped its way in stealthily, Lady Luck seemed to smile on me as i spied a metal debris floating by. Jackpot. i started rowing frantically. Night descended and i thought resignedly, at least the sickening blue would leave my mind alone for some time. Yet, the peace I had hoped to garner from the night was not to be, for I spent the majority of it gripping the sides for the raft praying not to be thrown of by the menacing waves.
For the umpteen time, night fell and the day rose as continued my fervent rowing. For the umpteen time, i stared despairingly at my depleting rations. For the umpteen time, I shoved the shrill voice that warn of my foreboding doom to the deepest corners of my mind. I grit my teeth in grim determination. Not like this, I thought, not when I am so close. With the little energy I had left, I clenched the piece of steel tightly and dragged it across the water with slow deliberate strokes. My perseverance, however, soon wavered and i found my mind slowly falling into deep oblivion. Then, all was quiet except for the erratic crashing of the waves.
i catch myself. shaking away that creeping sense of despair, i tell myself that in the light of all that has happened, i could have been in a much sorrier state. i could be dead, or worse still, dying. "i am going out," i say to myself, almost aloud. slinging my backpack over a shoulder, i push open the window, letting in a gust of shockingly cold air. perhaps something is changing, after all. grabbing the windowsill tightly for support, i swing my legs across and lower myself carefully onto the tiny raft tethered to the wall. water, everywhere. i felt like i was drowning, just looking at this vast expanse of blue. sickly blue.
The rope holding the raft to a rusty hook in the wall was mouldy and damp. I stared at it for a moment, before gathering the courage to pull in the rope and push off from the wall. I drift. I look across the sea of blue, towards the faint green and brown slopes in the distance. I have no oars. No planks. How would I get there? Will it be too late?I look around me. Pieces of debris floated lazily past my raft. A brown rat perched restlessly atop a dirty foam box, gazing woefully at me. What happened here? If it was some kind of massive flood, how could it have taken place while I was asleep? And is there no one left alive? Long minutes passed quietly before I snapped myself out of the pointless reverie, and tried my best to focus on the task at hand. I have to make it ashore today - no turning back like last time, even if I have to spend the night floating on the water.
Reaching out carefully I grabbed two floating branches and stuck them into the raft. Then I stretched my red poncho across it to make a little sail. The sun shone overhead in the cloudless sky, its gentle warmth bringing a little comfort from the frigid air around me. I took a deep breath, then raised my right arm to point towards the distant shore. "Saef ravila mais," I whispered to the sky, calling the northeast wind to my aid. Before long, my little red sail began to fill out, and I sat back, watching my apartment shrink slowly until it was finally out of sight, leaving me with only the silent breeze as my companion.
*pause* (shit this is so cheem. I feel like writing "I shivered, and realised it was a dream")
Having only the sky as my timepiece, I struggled to ration the meagre amount of food left in my bag. It proved to be a difficult task, the thought of being getting increasing alluring. As darkness seeped its way in stealthily, Lady Luck seemed to smile on me as i spied a metal debris floating by. Jackpot. i started rowing frantically. Night descended and i thought resignedly, at least the sickening blue would leave my mind alone for some time. Yet, the peace I had hoped to garner from the night was not to be, for I spent the majority of it gripping the sides for the raft praying not to be thrown of by the menacing waves.
For the umpteen time, night fell and the day rose as continued my fervent rowing. For the umpteen time, i stared despairingly at my depleting rations. For the umpteen time, I shoved the shrill voice that warn of my foreboding doom to the deepest corners of my mind. I grit my teeth in grim determination. Not like this, I thought, not when I am so close. With the little energy I had left, I clenched the piece of steel tightly and dragged it across the water with slow deliberate strokes. My perseverance, however, soon wavered and i found my mind slowly falling into deep oblivion. Then, all was quiet except for the erratic crashing of the waves.
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