This is my sleep-endused story...thingy. No real format that makes sense o.o
I could feel it.
It was happening, whether I liked it or not.
I was drowning.
I had only realized this just about too late into my life, once the hopeless feelings had nestled themselves deep inside of my being. I hadn’t realized just how tiresome it had become to wake up in the morning, to bring myself upright and get dressed-and for what? Another pointless day, another pointless hour, leading further and further down to my very own death.
I was too late, I decided.
I could feel it as I walked, everywhere I went. When I looked on at the people around me, the feeling of pure and utter hopelessness surged through my body, threatening to swallow me whole.
It choked me, taking me by the throat, squeezing the life out of me. My own breath seemed useless as the watery surroundings of my everyday life developed into a mere blur. Everything had escaped me, everything that was happening. It was always the same, always. The same routine everyday. The same work done. The same people met. The same, the same, the same.
Nothing would ever change, I realized.
This feeling swirled inside my head, pushing me this way and that. With my eyes closed tightly, my breath now gone, I reached for the surface. I reached out feverishly, but nothing ever did happen, did it? I aimlessly reached out for the one thing that might save me from this…this hell.
No one ever did rescue me.
Blindly, blindly I fell deeper into the ocean of my own despair, the blue, blue ocean surrounding me, moving against my body. I let this happen, preparing to let myself finally rest, to give up this eternal struggle.
My body seemed to have different ideas.
Bubbles rushed from my mouth and without my own consent I struggled, struggled as hard as I could. My mind screamed at me to give up, to give into the lull of sleep that wished to claim my weary body. But I persisted until the very end, when the surface seemed near.
This hopeless feeling, would it ever truly go away?
I felt something latch onto me and for a moment my mind was swept blank. A warm and inviting hand had taken a hold of my cold, shaking wrist. They slowly, torturously, pulled me towards the surface. My despair made way for a new feeling, warmth spreading through my body. I looked up to meet the face of my savior, and was met with a warm smile. My own body reacted, and for the first time something different happened. The sun seemed to change direction, everything going topsy-turvy. I felt out of breath, but for a new reason. My own cold, damp skin was covered in goose bumps, the cold seeping into me, spreading throughout my body.
So I clutched that warm, soft hand for dear life.
