Concealed beneath dark murky mire and copious bubbles, perhaps warn out and fatigued, but clearly, there are signs of life in that thing. Sucking in deep fluid breaths and taking giant gulps of carbon mixed with air, you feel winded just standing on the sidelines. Suddenly, “it” whatever it is, reprieves from the surface and slips deeper. From a stance of a good distance appearances are often not always what they seem. Frightened and shaken your mind races.
You’re sure or you’re at least pretty convinced that you can make out a child motioning for help beneath the icy cerulean water. Terrified and numb, standing motionless, you want to lurch forward and rescue the poor creature, but you’re still on the tips of your toes waiting for the right moment. There it is again. The object moves, but only to settle at the bottom of the tank like a deceased and lifeless carcass. Is it floating? Bobbing at the surface? Ewe, what is that?
With a piercing cry, you force yourself out of this memory, or is it a dream? It’s hard to tell when your heart is pounding louder with every second. Quick, steal a glance around the bedroom… are things in order? Is anyone here? There are no alarms going off or strange creatures hiding in the closet. Did you actually just check the closest? How old are you, really? Slowly, you pull the white deep-fitted covers down and you see her lying there. She is sleeping soundly and you pray that she will wake up to comfort you on this cold winter night. [Kristen Delaney]