The murky water enveloped me, crushing me. I gasped for air, and suddenly my head was pulled under. My eyes, blinded by the water, stung. My fingers were numb, and my entire body was cold. The clothes I wore became waterlogged, and I was dragged deeper, where the water kept getting darker and darker. I reached forward, needing someone. No one came.
The waves crashed over me again. Magically, I had made it to the surface again. I spluttered, searching for my companion. I glanced around for her, frantically turning my disobedient body around. I could scarcely see over the rolling blackness of the waves, and couldn't hear over the crashing of the water against the rocks dangerously near my floating life.
I couldn't see her, and a wave came over me, dragging me down once again. I pushed myself in what direction I hoped was up, closer to the surface. A cold form grabbed my arm, and I opened my mouth to scream, but only bubbles came out. I hoped that bubbles held sound too, so that when they reached the surface, someone would mourn me. I saw, faintly, bright red hair floating in the water. It was my companion!
She smiled weakly, and together we reached the surface. I hugged her, when we finally were able to breathe again. My sister and I needed to get home. The storm still thundered above us, and the waves seemed, in a very cruel, teasing way, to target only us. I kept a firm grip on her, but hypothermia was slowly setting in, and I wasn't sure we were going to make it. She looked at me, and it looked as though she was crying, but I couldn't have been sure about it, because her eyes were wet and red, because of the salty sea water.
I awoke, the blankets binding my arms and legs. I sat up, managing to free my legs. The second time this week! My mind and heart raced. I untangled the sheets from my legs, and clumsily stood, hoping...hoping nothing in that 'dream' was true. I scrambled down the long, twisting hallway; It of course never seemed to end. I slowly turned the seashell-covered door-knob, and slowly pushed the door open. My sister groaned and rolled over.
"Why are you here, goof?"
"Nothing..." I said, relief filling my heart, making me able to breathe oxygen again. "Just a dream."