Fear of Drowning I was flying. It felt like I was floating on the water,but this time without sinking in, without coming up coughing and spitting. I didn’t know howto fly, but I didn’t know how to swim either. Flying was easier, though, because when the wind liftedme up, it didn’t feel like a hurricane. It didn’t feel like a menacing and strong wind, becauseit was lightly tossing me onto the fluffiest air ever, and suddenly I was floating. I was hopingsomewhere my family would be floating. And I knew they probably were somewhere, flying, feelingthe most comfortable they had ever felt. And as the wind carried me away, I fell asleep. Iwoke up, and there was no more soft air. I was in the hurricane again, and I was being swirled andtossed, like fruit in a blender. Somehow, I was enjoying it, because while I was floating, a tinypocket of my brain had been thinking,This isn’t right. This isn’t real.And when I stopped floating,when I just started being tossed around in the hurricane I realized that if the flying wasn’treal, then my family was probably gone. Helpless. Scared. And here I was, unable to help them.And then I was falling. The hurricane tossed me towards the ground and I was sailing down…until I stopped. And I realized I was with the sun. And it was real, even though it seemedlike it wasn’t. And the sun said, “Are you lost?” And I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell the sun thatI wasn’t lost, that a stupid hurricane had taken me away from my family. But I couldn’t speak.The sun somehow tossed me inside of it, and when I was inside I saw infinite space. And alot of people. Everyone. My family, my friends, people I didn’t know. And then we were pushedthrough the other side of the sun, and we seemed to be in our world. I suddenly forgot aboutthe trials of the hurricane, and how I was just tossed into the sun. I didn’t care, because at thatmoment I was happy. And I felt like I was floating… for real.