I stood at a stones throw
Below me, there was nothing.
Intentionally tripping
i caught a glimpse.
Splashed off rocks covered in water
Underwater, stone.
Under stone, sediment.
My arm grabbing for the first branches rushing past.
Nicking my knee,
with fish nipping at my toes.
I froze.
My body twisting
wreathed in my clothes.
Then it was cold.
Tasting bitter water.
Starring up and through
Flowing fast blue stained glass.
Trees waving with a cool spring breeze.
Thinking 'help'
I can't scream out
I'm getting warmer
It's euphoric.
Light crushes the water barrier
Grabs my logged body.
An instant I'm in my bed
A figure ushers me to relax
Take a deep breath
And go to sleep.
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