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I had fallen asleep for almost two hours. This was the first time I could remember seeing anything but the endless horizon outstretched before me. I screamed. Upon launching my voice heavenward, I could feel the slow, sinking squeeze around my chest as the sand filled the spaces where my air had been. My psychological discomfort manifested as physical discomfort. My fingers, immobile, ached. My chest was like a vice. I felt no sensation at all from my chest to my toes save for the onerous feeling of gravity's choke, as though sucking me through an immense but also tiny drain. The discomfort flickered in and out. At times, I felt briefly calm but would suddenly become agitated. Buried up to my neck, I could only stare ever outward, outward toward a sea for whom I longed. I began to think in waves. I pondered their meaning, their position, their significance. I started to feel as though I could capture their essence somehow, perhaps with my imagination. I imagined the waves could bring

I’d fallen asleep for almost two hours. It was the first time I’d actually seen anything but the endless horizon stretched out before me. My mind reeled as my eyes began to open. For a brief moment, I was swimming in the intermittent. I screamed out. As I launched my voice heavenward, I could feel the sinking of my chest as the sand squeezed into the space where previously there had been only the air of my lungs. The psychological discomfort I was in translated to physical discomfort. My fingers, practically immobile aside from the smallest adjustments, ached. My chest seemed as if it were trying to pop my head off my neck like a pimple. I could not feel any sensation whatsoever from below my chest except for the unmistakable feeling of being pulled downward, as though through an immense, tiny drain. I could feel gravity pulling me downward, but I could feel nothing of my lower body. The discomfort flickered. At times, I felt briefly calm but would suddenly remember the