She was slowly disappearing, feeling the fine grains of a sandcastle, until she was completely submerged. Staring at the birds allowed her to go whenever she wanted. The sky was her sea. Water was the calm caregiver, the soother of all. Countless minutes by windows. But once the tide started moving in. All control was lost. And instead of riding the wave. She was pushed under. Resurfacing was impossible, holding her breath until her lungs started to burn. When she finally resurfaced, all was restored.