Float

The woman woke to waves crashing against her and all around her is water with no bottom. She floats on some tanned flesh, the flesh that hid within the captain’s cabin, and the waves pulls it aimless across their surface.

The flesh curls round her rhythmically with each breath, shading her intermittently from the sun, and she closes her eyes again to better listen to it. The inside of her eyelids are lit like twin suns all of their own, recreating the light from outside a deeper red. She lets time pass like this, no need to hurry.

She cannot see the ship or her captain’s prey. Both are most likely lying on the floor of the world, desperately ingraining themselves into the framework of its reality, attempting to stay solid out here. She can imagine them, down there, twisting themselves together in a new order of creation that would wait out anything. Maybe she could do the same?

The flesh that cradles her pulses slightly. She couldn’t feel it before but as she settles further in its beat begins to shake through her with each flex of flesh. The sense of life is good, bringing up to her memories of being held, life was good.

The sea seemingly swells with its own pulse too, its waves swelling more consistently as they curl around and under them. And now the light pulsed under eyelids, flashing a darker red than should be possible. She opened them.

They are falling both, deeper into the sea, down a gullet to the floor of the world.

Spinning               Spinning

                                                              Spinning

Spinning               Spinning

  Spinning

Spinning               Spinning

                                                                      Down

The sea is clear so deep down and they float, lost on an undercurrent, to explore this old land.