I’m drowning.

I feel cold and see only darkness the deeper I sink, as the distant light above grows dim. I struggle in vain to move my arms and legs to swim to the surface. There’s no air

until I wake and crawl out from the bottom of the bedcovers.

Connell Wayne Regner had successfully avoided writing creatively since he wrote spontaneous lyrics to music some years ago. Although from a linguistic background, he has serendipitously succumbed to fiction. His other dabblings can be found at paragraphplanet and wtdmagazine.wordpress.com.