Her dreams were as vivid as they were terrifying. The waves were not chaotic, but they lapped over the top of her head and sent her hair into into a furious tangle before her eyes. She didn't need to see to know that there was someone clutching her ankle with a desperation that pierced her skin and made her bleed. "It's your turn!" the voice chanted and chanted and chanted until she opened her eyes and she was not drowning, but she was damp with perspiration and still surrounded by darkness.
I surface quickly, no longer able to hold my breath. My lungs sting and I breathe in heavily, inhaling gulps of water. I thrash and sit up once again, gasping in more mouthfuls of water. My heart surges and my head lulls. I sit up again-