I lay there while the certainty of no one coming to bother me works like a lullaby. I am half awake, half asleep, and as I remember I came here with a purpose, I try to get up. The warmth of the day feels like a hug, my cheeks are red, my eyes are small as if I were a child who just woke up from an afternoon nap. As I hug my legs and slowly stare at everything around me, I think about staying here forever. Sadly, I am not so sure moments like this even exist. The chaos of any other scenario is overwhelming, and my heart starts racing just by the thought of it.

I finally get up, after enjoying every feeling I can from where I’m at. I take in what I brought with me, and as the water lubricates my throat, I think about how much I love trivial things like drinking water. I’ve been in the sun for too long, I’m actually feeling dizzy. As I walk towards the sea, I’m calm, at ease. The refreshing feeling of putting my head under water wakes me up. At the same time, I don’t think anything could wake me up at this point.

As I float with my eyes closed, I realize I’ve been floating for too long. To purposely float for the first time is freeing, because up until now, I was not floating with purpose. It is time to let go and I’m not aware of anything anymore. As the discernment between the salty water and I thins faster and faster, I feel more peace than I did while I was while seating by the beach. My dream comes true as I finally disappear.