Gasping for air, that’s the first thing you remember…
You come out of the sea, crawling until the effort is too much and you lie on your back catching your breath.
You don’t recognise that sky, those ain’t your stars. Your father taught you how to orientate yourself in the woods at night, something is wrong… It’s too cold for this time of the year, Where are you?
You were going to meet up with her, finally. But you’ll get nowhere laying down, you have to get out of there, wherever there is.
When you finally gather enough strength to stand up and look around you it’s when you hear it: You are not alone.
