Let Me Drown

They say that if you put a microphone under the water in the middle of the sea, it won’t be quiet like you imagine, it will be noisy with all the boat engines around. Apparently, sound travels further under water than on the air. In fact, the increase in the number of engines in the ocean forced the whales to sing in a higher pitch so they can hear each other and communicate.
However, here is different. I can’t hear a thing as I float in the middle of this lake with only my nose and my mouth above the water, drifting without any control of my fate. A perfect metaphor for my whole life, albeit a little too obvious.
I don’t remember the last time I got into a lake, if ever. But that’s the adventure, right? Saying yes to things I’d normally say no to, otherwise this whole quest for self-discovery would be fucking pointless and I’d still be the same old pathetic loser, only in a different place.
I can tell I’m floating further into deeper waters as the lake gets colder even with the merciless sun burning right above me.
Some water makes its way into my nose and mouth and, for a fraction of a second, I feel like I’m drowning. I fucking love it. Not the drowning itself, but the feeling of coming back to life, the air filling my lungs and the first ray of light as I open my eyes. The feeling of being reborn.
I go back to my horizontal position and tilt my head back, willingly allowing the water into my body, trying to replicate that amazing feeling like a junkie.
And like a junkie, I overdose and can’t manage to resurface.
I cough expelling the water and letting the air in. I can feel the hard ground behind me and the grass tickling my skin. I hear indistinct chatter all over the place. I see nothing but the white light of the sun and a few slim silhouettes around me.
Someone puts my sunglasses on my face and I see her, kneeling beside me. She looks as stunning as the day we met, which prompts me to impulsively try to kiss her, but I have no energy to move more than a few inches forward before crashing back to the ground.
“What the fuck happened?” She asks in a mix of fear and confusion. “One second I could see you from here, then you simply vanished.”
“I…” I start, trying to gather more air whilst thinking of a good answer. “Did… Did you know that the singing of the whales got higher because of the boats engine?” I manage to say before passing out again.
