100 Words-3

She drifts with the waves as they carry her wherever they please. It is dark. She opens her eyes and looks straight up. There are no clouds, stars, or moon. Darkness. She closes them again. It is the same as having them opened.
The waves lap against her, cool and fresh. It is not warm or cold. It is just there. It is water, and that is all.
She barely registers anything—the wetness, the darkness, the emptiness. She knows that they are all there, but she is in a void of darkness, drifting along, on and on.
Oblivion.

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