A survival story

In attempting a round-the-world, single-handed yacht race, you experienced a storm and are stranded on a mid-ocean island where there seems to be no sign of life. No birds, no trees, not even crabs or fish. Just you and you alone.

You look around and see nothing but sand, sea and the bright blue sky rolling by. A silent peace hangs in the air around you. Not a single sign of life, or civilization. How odd. You listen, nothing comes to your ears but the sounds of the waves lapping upon the sand. Their humble swishes hypnotize you, and without a second thought, you lie down upon the sand and close your eyes. You feel yourself slipping slowly into a deep slumber. Blackness slips in, and the sounds of the waves slowly fade away.

Out of the blackness of your deep comatose, you hear a voice calling out to you. Soft, sweet, tinkling like tiny little bells. It beckons you to come back. “Wake up. Wake up.” It says.

Time stretches to a grinding halt. The voice continues to call you. Gently it tries to coax you. You ignore it. You like it here, in the blackness. It’s calm. Peaceful. She continues calling out to you. The hours drag on, but you don’t care. Time matters naught to you now. As long as you’re here: where you belong.

Then it stops. Perhaps it’s decided to leave you. You smile. Finally. The peace ad tranquility you’ve longed for. The deathly silence. You welcome its warmth.

Suddenly, there’s a loud rumble. The black emptiness around you shakes violently. The peace is shattered as wave after wave of tremors shake your entire being. Thud! Thud! Thud!

Behind the loud thundering shocks, you could hear the voice. It’s crying. She’s crying. Your eyes snap open, convulsing from the shock of the transition. You look around you panic-stricken. Strangers dressed in white coats stand around you, looking down at you, and behind one of them, you see her. The beautiful angel that had been calling out to you. Your savior.