Floating...
There were no sensations. Like floating in a perfectly still pond, water removing all sense of weight, sound, smell. No light. Floating with her eyes closed, then.
Floating...
Slowly, sensations returned. She heard a distant roaring, crashing sound, like an army of kitchen instruments coming together and apart, again and again...she felt that she was floating in a sea, but the sea was red and thick. A sea of blood...
How fitting, she thought, but she did not think why. Blood. It was fitting.
There was a sharp, prickling feeling in her wrists. She realized that they were cut, bleeding into the sea around her. Maybe she had made the whole sea, this way. The pricking feeling subsided, and sensation dulled once again.
Drifting, bouyed up and down in the waves...
Now the roaring sound, coming louder, louder, closer...it was about to crash into her, scatter her peaceful drifting...
She became angry.