I was in a place closely resembling paradise - and I was swimming. I somehow fell asleep, or was knocked unconscious and swept out to sea.
I awoke in an unfamiliar area, by myself, in the dark. I remember screaming for help and feeling absolutely, hopelessly lost. I spent hours sitting and thinking of what to do, realizing that I had no idea where I was and nobody would come find me. I remember being convinced that I was going to die.
Then, I got up, turned the corner, and was home.
There are two things that confuse me.
One: The return to normality was as simple as walking around the corner yet it never occurred to me to leave.
Two: I was that close, yet why didn't anybody answer my calls for help?
Still loosely related; paradise and pleasant things.
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