The sea

The sea, the sea, the sea. It rippled incessantly and called out on me. Come it said come. And I went, abandoning myself, swaying, swiming, but the sea kept calling further, further, and I learnt to go rowing, sailing. I rushed onto the water with the sound of the wind and the singing of the birds that sang further, further.
I would've liked to jump further, but everyone said I was young and the sea was a dangerous tempter, and I had terrible dreams. A wall of black water rose behind my back to drown me down, but before I was submerged, I woke up, and in that very moment, I had the impression to be floating...