I am here
Standing amongst the sand
Enjoying the inanimate touch
My mind on everything and nothing
Seashells glisten temptingly to be plucked
All other bodies are surreal
Like figurines
Strategically placed
They have no purpose
Other than to take up space
A soft breeze flows along my thoughts
My senses keen
To the air wiping them clean
Serene as this may seem
I feel a threatening onslaught
My eyes become frantic
Finding that which has become ominous
I do a scan of the sand
The seashells look bland
Bodies disappear in a blink
My mind can no longer think
Fear rips through my insides
As I realize something is keeping me in
Walls of glass precariously glaring
Acquainting me
With my lack of escape
Reluctantly my gaze wanders
To the salty behemoth
That has begun a beastly chase
My eyes watch in horror
At his astronomic rise
I know he shall be my demise
I run
The sand an endless dessert
The glass shimmering its evil smile.
Behind me I feel the beast growing
Sucking in all that is alive
No matter how fast I run
I cannot seem to gain a mile
It grows in power and strength
Building higher and higher
Breaking records with his substantial size
My heart is pounding
My legs racing
And still he is gaining
I close my eyes
Pumping harder
My face wet
With salty water
Although I cannot see
I hear his roaring gurgling power
My mind is spinning
I stop my sprinting
And turn to him begging
It is then that I awaken