We reached the beach after twenty minutes of rough, horrible swimming. I loved to swim in pools and at the beach, but I didn't do well with pressure. We were going to die on this beach I knew it.
The sky darkened as it was overcrowded with clouds. The temperature reached twenty one degrees. Someone suggested we huddle together I thought it was a good idea, until I was smushed in the middle between all of the other girls. Did I ever tell you I was claughstraphobic? Well, I am, not the best time to be.
I closed my eyes and hummed to myself the lullaby my mother would always sing to me when I was little. It clamned me and I could almost hear my mother's voice again.
I quickley fell asleep, standing up like a girraffe. But I didn't feel embarassed, most everybody did.
"Brianna. I'm so proud of you. Your brave and smart. I wish I was there."
"Yes, honey, it's me."
She emitted glowing light in all directions warming me. It felt as if she was seeking my heart.
"Soon, I'm going to be there with you."
"Oh, sweetheart, don't think like that. You will survive. I promise you. When you survive and get back to shore, you remember I was watching you the whole time."
"I love you, Mom."
"I love you too."