There was nothing but water. Water everywhere. It filled every possible nook and cranny. It was warm. Warmer than it should have been, all things considered. It wasn't the type of warm where your all cozied up by a fire. No, it was a disconnected sort of warmth. The warmth of a sleep you can't fight. The warmth of a sleep you won't wake up from.
The sound was faded. Practically non-existent. It wasn't even sound really. It was more like the half-concocted idea of a noise that might, in some far off reality have once been.
As he drifted into the dim, quiet, swallowing deep there was one thing he could see, even with his on and off vision. It was a last becon of hope, saying things would be okay, just so long as he held out hope. That shining light in the darkness was the moon.
A/N: I know it's short. This is my first fanfic on here though. I hope it's goid ebough to make up for the length. Thanks if you read this. Bye!