Leonardo struggled to catch his breath, the water swirling around him like an insistent force.
Should he even be trying to breathe? His brown hair floated upwards, mimicking the movement of the tides, caught in the fluctuating speed of the spinning disc beneath him. It was a disorienting sensation, like being caught between the elements of water and air, unsure which one would claim him. He knew he shouldn't breathe, yet instinct fought against reason.
The water wrapped around him, not like a suffocating blanket, but with the lightness of air. It didn't invade his nostrils or sting his eyes. In fact, it was as if he was still outside the shower, immersed in air rather than engulfed in water.
