My oar moving against the waves of the water, pushes me further into the vast of the ocean. I have no idea where I’m going or whether I’m leading myself towards shore or farther from it.

The sky is a dark black with hues of blue and purple. The water, only a reflection of what’s above it and gleaming with moonlight, seems like a never-ending pool of mysteries. One hit by a wave or even one hit by a strong wind and I’m done for. It’s in I go to be swallowed by this fearsome embodiment.

Just as I glance beside me to stick my oar in the water, I see a shadow. It’s unreal. All around me I see nothing but infinitive darkness, yet in the water I see a shadow. Immediately my brain goes in to fight or flight. What could it be? a large fish? a dolphin or shark perhaps?

The shadow was not nearly as big as a shark or dolphin, yet I still considered the possibilities. I even considered the fact that I could have been hallucinating, it’s been days since I’ve had anything to drink or eat, and it’s no doubt that I was not in a sane state of mind. But, I was so sure that I saw a shadow that I decided not to go anywhere until I saw it again, just to confirm I wasn’t insane. And I did. I did in fact see the shadow once again. The shadow was lengthy yet thin, and squirmed it’s body as that of a dolphin.

I tried to rack my brain of what it could possibly be but I couldn’t think of anything.

Then I heard an enchantment, a melody echoing from the waters screaming “Come in! Come in!”, despite there being no words sang. With every note I heard the more inclined I felt to enter the waters. Slowly, I inched my trembling hands towards my reflection. My breath hitched at the tips of my fingers just barely brushing against the cold liquid. I sank them in just a little bit deeper and just then I felt a hand, yes a hand, drag me from my boat into the ocean. My nose filled with water and my body was hit with extreme coldness.

I looked around me as I held my breath. I looked up and down, side to side, but there was no exit. And in front of me, holding my hand was me. Yes myself. I blinked a few times to ensure I wasn’t seeing things, but truly it was I.

I wanted to understand, to comprehend what in the world I was experiencing, but my body had little time left. My lungs began to demand for oxygen and my brain was losing its stability. I swam up hoping that it would bring me to the surface, but I felt a grasp on my foot. I looked down to see myself staring into my eyes. I tried to shake off the grasp, tried to swim away, but I was making no progress, I couldn’t see an opening to escape. My heart rate increased and I began to panic, I wanted to save myself, but I was keeping myself from finding a solution. My eyes were full of malicious intent, like I was deliberately stopping myself from saving myself. And as I began to choke and lose vision, the last thing I saw was the smirk on my face.