This kind of feels like I’m standing on the edge of the bridge, staring out over the water.
I’ve had the nightmare hundreds of times.
It’s such an odd dream. One moment, I’m standing on the bridge in the sunshine, staring out at how beautiful the trees look along the shore. The water is so calm and looks serene beneath the setting sun and the next, I’m beneath the surface. The water is churning, dark, and murky. I’ve been under for too long combined with the frigid temperatures, and my lungs burn as I fight to break the window of our sinking car.
I always wake up before I find out if I’ve made it out or not.
Maybe it’s my mind’s way of telling me I’m still trapped beneath the surface of that water.
The way the windows here are set up, there are no obstructions. It gives you the f
