The day started fine. I was cleaning the dishes and left the house near 11:00, but now I stand on the frozen lake, miles from my home.

I came over to ice skate. The kids in the neighborhood love coming here. It's one of the few times we get to have fun, especially during the winter. The ice was thick and slippery and I was the only one who didn't have skates.

One of the neighborhood kids, a little boy named Tommy, went too far out. I ran out to get him and pushed him further away before I started to hear the dreadful sound of ice cracking. I knew at that moment I was doomed.

The last thing I remember is screaming at Tommy to run before the ice cracked beneath me and I was instantly submerged into the freezing water. I remember the feel of it against my body and the darkness of it that made me instantly close my eyes, after that, it went back.

Then I woke up. I was in my kitchen, standing at the sink doing the same dishes I washed earlier. The same soft tune played in my ears and I no longer felt the chill of the water or my body sinking. I look over at the time on the stove. 10:37.

I stood there in shock and all I could think was, what the hell just happened?