The cold rips through me like a bullet. Like a million bullets all at once. I gasp.
Rise and crash, rise and crash. Rise. Crash.
Tumble. Turn. Flurry. Up?
There's bubbles in my vision. They float. They glow like pearls. As if time has slowed I watch them rise.
And then there's pain. A dagger in my chest. And someone's twisting it.
I've always liked the colour blue but now I can't escape it. Where did the white go? And the yellow? What happened to the sun?
Silence. There was noise before. A gushing in my ears. It's gone too. Why do they leave?
I was wrong. Blue is lovely. And calm. And soothing. A slave to the pain. But now there is darkness. And it's closing in.
I want the blue. Where is the blue? My blue. Mine. I panic.
My limbs feel heavy. When did that happen? I push with my hands. I kick with my feet. I want to find my blue. But the darkness. It doesn't like my blue. It's keeping it from me. I want to cry.
And there's silver. A flash here. A shimmer there. And green eyes. Angel's eyes.
I'm probably dead.


White. White light. And warmth in the cold. Against my breast. Against my cheek.
On my lips.
And suddenly I'm not so scared of death. It has old friends. I press myself into the warmth.
But there's no clouds. No halos. No golden gates.
Just green eyes.
And sparkling tails.
And castles under the sea.