The darkness of the ocean surrounds me like an octopus pulling me under. Holding my breath as my heart pounds faster. Each beat makes me want to say something. Anything. But the octopus has a tight grip on my leg letting me know that it's not going anywhere. All eyes on me so huge and daunting. Even my clothes envelope me, doing me no favors as I am unable to scream for if I do- it's eyes are on me.

There is no escape in sight and I clutch at my heart about to explode like a ticking time bomb. With each passing minute I feel the need to speak. Am I the only that fills the need to say something? Decidedly so. I risk it and as my lips begin to part I feel the water rush in filling my lungs.

What sweet relief. Neither of us knew what was coming. Would the octopus also speak or did I have to say something first for it to let me go? The octopus laughed instead, because it I felt obliged to speak within the silence.

The chilly water tingled my spine. I felt mildly embarrassed as it kept pulling me into darkness. I should not be in this situation. Does it like me? Is that why I am here?

The octopus released its grip as its eyes glinted thanking me for the journey. Back to the light I came from where the octopus could not follow and embarrassment had no place.