"Mr. Waldo."
I feel like I am drowning in the deep ocean.
You could see the light from the sea's surface, but your body kept being pulled to the bottom of the sea.
It was terrifying.
Because as you continue to sink, you see less and less light. I couldn't remember how long I had been sinking; all I knew was that the light had started disappearing.
I kept trying to reach the light because if I lost it, I might not be able to come back.
I cried out in fear
I cried and cried
But my voice doesn't come out in the sea
Nor could my tears be seen in it.
Just as the light was about to disappear, a new light appeared. The hand of someone I knew shone towards me, grasping my right hand that wanted to grab it.
A feeling of relief immediately enveloped me; the grip of that person's hand was so warm, and the light emitted by that hand was so soothing.
