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Characters: Myself, my brother and my parents.
Place: My hometown where I spent my entire childhood.
I was kicking my legs and frantically swaying my arms around trying to stay afloat. Despite my best efforts to keep my head above the water, I was getting drowned. I could feel the sting at the back of my head every time I inhaled a bit of the water. The pain started to build and I could feel myself gulping down the seawater. I could catch glimpses of my parents and my brother shouting out to the lifeguard to save me before it was too late. I tried to look around to see if I can spot any lifeguard who was rushing toward me but in vain. Several thoughts kept crossing my head and started confusing me.
Only that morning, after my brother’s compulsion, I decided to get out of my room to go with him and my parents to the beach for some fun. At first, I was very annoyed as I preferred to stay indoors and watch some television as it was a weekend. During the weekdays, I had enough and more school work to be done and got very little television time. So weekends are usually a television marathon for me and I would never go out. My brother and my father have a weekend routine which I thought was lame. They would go swimming at a nearby club and invite me all the time. I always felt very nostalgic for swimming pools and the blue-coloured water spread across as if it were a blue blanket made me uncomfortable. But today, as the club was closed due to some maintenance activity, my brother had planned for this trip to a beach nearby and had compelled me to come. I thought I will just get some sun and stay away from the ‘deep blue sea’. After reaching there and watching everyone have fun, I was not able to control my rising yearning to hit the water. Unfortunately, failed to notice the board which said ‘This area is for strong swimmers only’. So, here I am dragged inwards toward the horizon by the strong waves.
I opened my eyes and found that everything around me was different and that confused feeling was still there. I was looking around to figure out whether I was in heaven (hopefully). I could hear the sounds of people talking outside. I woke up fully to get back to reality. My brother was walking towards me and paid no attention to me. I was a little bit ignited by this act, as I expected him to come and ask me how I felt after coming in close encounters with death. Instead, he just started hitting me with his towel asking me to get up. I got up, now fully awake, and was staring blankly at my brother who was yelling, ‘Are you coming with us to the swimming club at least today?’.
Just then everything hit me and I realized that my so-called close encounter with death was a very vivid lucid dream. I immediately got up and started getting ready to go to the swimming pool and could not wait to dive into the blue water.
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