I walked through my sleep
To go where?
Near the water of course
Actually no near, on water
That sounds weird, isn't it?
Let me explain then
I've always had an affinity for water
Water is more than a liquid you use to drink, to cook, to bathe yourself
Water is me
We are one entity
I can't live without it
No one can but my case is much more drastic
I'm gonna tell you but be sure of what you want it's not a sweet story
It's not a scary story, it's just weird
Its all started the day I died...
I know what you're thinking: how can something start with death?
You'll find out soon
So whatever we say, we are all scared of the D word
But it's not so bad
Because the day I died is actually the day I really came to life
It all started on the day I went sailing alone
I was pretty much stupid at the time
For God's sake, who goes sailing on a bad sea alone?
Well there was me
So I went sailing and then after approximately an hour, the already bad sea came out worst
The tides were really high and of course I was scared to death
Okay, Maybe that's not the exact word to use but anyway you got the idea
I was trying to stay calm when suddenly a huge wave came over me and I got swallowed by it
I was fighting back kicking my legs to move to the surface but I was panicking and going out of air
And soon I was choking
No oxygen, no energy so I stopped moving and I died
Sad end is it but for me it wasn't the end, it was the beginning of my new life
And after that all that somewhat traumatic event, all I remember is waking up in a hospital with a white dressed man pushing light in my eyes saying:
" Ana, do you hear me? "
I never knew how I landed there but seriously who cares
Till that day, I never left the water and I never went sailing alone again.
We can say that Death knocked some sense into me