The rhythmic sounds of crashing waves have interrupted my slumber. I can feel the sweltering tropical sun beating through my closed eyelids. I slowly open them and see a long narrow beach of blinding white sand, bordered on one side by lush livid vegetation. Out in front of me is the expansive blue ocean, stretching on as far as I can see. I hear high-pitched shrieks of birds and rustling in the brush by some small animal, though no sounds of humans. I am alone on this island, completely isolated from any human contact. It is terrifying and at the same time comforting. The feeling I get of isolation is not completely alien to me, as I have often felt disconnected from those around me.
I walk to the oceans edge; the sea murmurs and gently laps my toes. The water is warm and inviting. I take off my tattered shirt and shorts, and dive in. Though the water is warm, it is cool against my hot skin. I can taste the saltiness of the sea on my tongue, not at all unpleasant. I start swimming, and try to see how far I can get. I imagine that I can swim all the way back to civilization. My arms and legs start to get sore, but in a good way, the way that you know you are working your muscles well. The water flows around my nude body, it feels so refreshing and reviving. I look back at the desolate island, devoid of human life. From this distance it looks very small; I am happy to be off of it.
I decide not to return. My body is tiring. I will not stay afloat much longer. I float down beneath the ocean’s surface. At first I struggle for breath, but my will to live is not strong. I let the sea take me. I sink down into its colder depths, terrified and at the same time comforted as I slip out of consciousness.