He comes up sobbing for breath, soaked in fear-sweat and clutching at his chest as if that could drive away the phantom pain of drowning. Blankets tangle around his limbs, constricting--too much in that instant like the feel of the merciless hungry sea all around him and he struggles out of them, throws them off the bed entirely in momentary panic.
Then sits for a long silent time with a fist pressed against his lips, shivering in the cold of a southern night and waiting for the nauseating aftermath of the nightmare to subside. Soon enough the blood's no longer singing in his ears; his heart's no longer pounding and the agony of the ocean in his lungs is little more than a memory.
It's too damn bad the blackout darkness of impending death is with him to stay.
At length, he drags himself out of bed to begin his day.
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He comes up sobbing for breath, soaked in fear-sweat and clutching at his chest as if that could drive away the phantom pain of drowning. Blankets tangle around his limbs, constricting--too much in that instant like the feel of the merciless hungry sea all around him and he struggles out of them, throws them off the bed entirely in momentary panic.
Then sits for a long silent time with a fist pressed against his lips, shivering in the cold of a southern night and waiting for the nauseating aftermath of the nightmare to subside. Soon enough the blood's no longer singing in his ears; his heart's no longer pounding and the agony of the ocean in his lungs is little more than a memory.
It's too damn bad the blackout darkness of impending death is with him to stay.
At length, he drags himself out of bed to begin his day.