It felt warm and inviting. He was not sure where he was, but it didn’t matter. It was a very pleasant beach, warm white sands, sky more purple than blue, scudded with gentle white clouds. He walked forward into the breaking waves, feeling the sun on his back. As the first gentle wave broke over his ankles he thought he saw her again, as ever just out of reach. It was her, he knew it was; the same long copper hair, the unusual pale colored skin, ice-blue he thought of it, and those eyes, those remarkable eyes. The darkest green eyes he’d ever seen, but every so often, when the light caught them just so, they glittered as if shot with gold. He saw her laughing; he knew she was delighted to see him again. He reached for her. She smiled at him, invitingly, but even as his hand brushed her arm, she was gone. Before he even had time to register the loss, the water rose up, no longer just a gentle swell, but a raging torrent that crashed down on him dragged him away.
He awoke in a cold sweat. It was the fifth night in a row.
Tick, tick, the seconds passed inexorably as I clung by my straining fingertips to the cliff face. I had no idea how long I’d been hanging on for dear life but I knew I couldn’t hang on much longer. One simple misstep and my life hung by a thread. I almost smiled at how apt that saying was to my present position, but I had no humour left in me. I tried once again to cry out for help, praying this time someone would hear me and come, because I knew that otherwise my life was about to end. My voice was little more than a croak and I tipped my head against the cliff face as tears slid one by one down my face. Tick, tick…
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