The ocean That would Not let Me Go

"I was standing in front of the ocean again. The sky was grey, and the water stretched out endlessly, dark and heaving. I wanted to turn away, but my feet wouldn't move. The waves rolled in closer and louder, and I felt very small. Then I was in the water. It was deep and cold, and I couldn't see the bottom. The current tugged at me from below, and my chest tightened as I kicked and tried to find the shore. The water wasn't violent, but its size was enough to frighten me, as if something huge and unseen were moving beneath me. When I woke up, my heart was beating fast and my breath was short. I lay still for a moment, listening to the quiet room, and told myself I was safe and dry. The uneasy feeling stayed with me for a while, as if the ocean were still waiting somewhere in the dark."