Exiled

When I opened my eyes I felt disoriented, around something like bubbles swirled furiously before my eyes. Was I alive? Or was I dead? In that moment of sheer panic actually, these questions echoed in the ether of an oblivion that, at least in appearance, it was all in my head. I could hear the sounds, similar to those that produce a stomach-churning. I felt the soft touch of water on the skin, or at least what I thought was water. I could see the blue spectral ocean under me and I tasted the salt of a life that no longer belonged to me.