Soul's Journey

Standing against the wall, I closed my eyes and tried to force my mind to quiet. I whole-heartedly wished I had spent more time meditating rather than scoffing at the people that did. I knew if I could just calm down long enough Max would be able to communicate the information I needed, or so I hoped. My body shook with fear, as the water was at my armpits and quickly heading to the top of the cave.

I started to scream, “Help, oh my God, help, someone save me.”

The screaming became louder as the space between the water and the transparent ceiling closed. I swam over to the door that had shut and tried to push it open, or move it in any way, but it was solid. I noticed a pipe that was stuck inside the wall. I looked in the pipe and felt a warm breeze flowing through the rock wall from the other side. I placed my mouth over it hoping I wouldn’t get a hoard of spiders for dinner. Then I took a deep breath and exhaled into the pipe hopefully dislodging anything nasty. I knew when the time came I would have air as long as I needed, but the issue of getting out was not any closer to being resolved.

The water had almost reached the ceiling. I had only just enough room for my head. I placed my Turad back into my bra for it seemed to be of no help now. I was holding on to the pipe with one hand. It would do no good to lose it now. I was watching the fish swim above my head through the transparent glass. Any other time and I might have enjoyed the view, but with the water rapidly rising to the bottom of my ears, I felt no joy.

I moved my head directly to a pocket of air and took a few breathes. With my face pushed against the transparent material, I began wondering if this is how I would die, when Max finally showed up in my head. The vision was very clear.