The Shipwreck

She was floating. The water cradled her in its gentle arms, rocking her back and forth, back and forth. The sea murmured to her, Hush, hush, hush.

An orange glow bathed the water. Blue hands, tinged with the yellow of the sun, arranged her hair, smoothed the creases of her dress. Pieces of wood were scattered around her like stars. Her breathing evened out, the silence of the underwater world ringing in her ears, an endless lullaby.

The ocean carried her body carefully towards the shore. Seagulls circled overhead in perfect, white circles as her body absorbed the soothing heat of the sand. Like a doll, she lay curled up on her side, her chest lifting and dropping in time with the wash of the waves on the beach.

Her eyes closed, the eternal blue disappearing under her lashes. She did not know what storms she would have to brave tomorrow, but for now, she was content to sleep.