My air hose, which was no longer in my mouth, was blowing bubbles all around me, increasing my panic since I could no longer see anything that was going on in front of my face. My mouth was open in a silent scream, but instead of noise coming out, salty water rushed in instead, causing my stomach and lungs to fill up.
I wanted to puke; I wanted I scream; I needed to breathe.
Realizing that I was fucked no matter what I did, I quickly blinked out of the ocean and back into my space. Once again, I was sprawled out in a field, puking up all the water in my stomach. I went on all fours, trying to make it easier to expel everything inside of me.
