Strange, sounds seemed queerly muted.

It was as if the radio had been thrown into a fishbowl.

She had enough of the real world.

Down here; it was serene.

Idyllic of sorts.

Where nothing, no one could ever touch her.

Limp, drifting along, suspended mid-water,

Feeling only the cool waves pass by.

The silk on her dress waltzing gaily against her fair skin,

As currents brushed, wave by wave, against the delicate fabric.

Her motionless body settling gently onto the grainy seabed.

Ebony black hair settling perfectly on her shoulder-blades.

She opened her eyes, gazing at the rays of white light infiltrating the ocean's surface.

No longer feeling anything, 

Completely sensation-less.

She let out a gasp,

Bubbles erupting above her,

Pearls ricocheting off a broken chain.

They glistened in the dim light.

Little beads dancing, euphoric. 

Everything else dimmed above her.

Everything grew numb,

As her eyelids slid shut.

Her grasp loosened, her limbs lifeless.

Perhaps this was heaven in its simplest.

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