EightThe night's storm cleared the way for a beautiful morning as the first rays of sunlight streamed brightly through my window. With my eyes still closed, I stretched and rolled towards it. The warmth of the sun soothed and embraced me; it felt good. A slow smile spread across my face as memories from the evening with my friends came to mind, my dream a distant memory. Fully awake, I opened my eyes, surprised to find the window shut, but soon remembered Jennifer had closed it during the night. Flinging back the blankets, I prepared to open the window for some much-needed air. As my feet hit the ground, the damp floor beneath them sent chills through my body, my lungs burned, and I gasped for air.
The icy cold water enveloped her, and she sank deeper into the sea. I shook the memory from
