I am at the bottom of the ocean. It is cold and bleak. I don't know how I got here, or how long I have been here for. I am lost. I don't know what to do. I start to swim upwards, unable to see any light. The pressure of the water is slowly disintegrating. My lungs are in agony. I know I need air. My arms stretch up and push the water downwards. I can feel myself making progress. The muscles in my arms are exhausted, I feel like I cannot repeat the process of reaching up and pushing the water past me one more time. I feel my lungs burning. I want to give up, float into the dark abyss. All of a sudden I see a glimmering light. My arms reach up and push the water faster than before. The water is not a frigid. I am almost at the surface, but I soon realize it is only an illusion and that I still have farther to go. My muscles are shaking, my lungs bursting with a fiery pain. But the light is getting brighter, beckoning me. I can see the surface, I can feel the warmth of the sun. The tips of my fingers touch air and I shoot myself up! The air floods my lungs, I breathe. My muscles and lungs ache. I just breathe, wondering how I ever got down there...