Drifting

Sitting, playing, not paying attention to where I am.

Watching fish swim under my vibrantly colored sea turtle boogie board.

I feel the water move me up and down, still not noticing where I am. 

I suddenly feel something that wasn't the water move the board. 

 

Sitting, panicking, paying attention to everything around me.

I see a shark and how far away the shore is. 

How far I've drifted from my family, my friends, and me. 

 

Sitting, paddling, wondering where I am. 

Wondering when this happened.

Paddling feverishly towards shore.

Sitting as I wait for someone to help me. 

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Me
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