I lie on the floor and let it all wash over me.
It hurts just to raise my head a fraction.
The tide ebbs in, ever faster,
Ever faster.

The lapping wraps itself around my ears;
For a time I float out into the open ocean.
It is calm and the sun shines,
Its rays rest on my face (pausing in their work)
To remind me that I am not truly alone out here.

I turn onto my front
Yet instead of finding myself blind,
Coughing and spluttering in salty waters,
My eyes are bleary and my head throbs, whilst
What I had first seen as a great open reef
Twists and turns
Into a bed.

I look to my side and see, now,
That the sun was right:
I am not alone.

And then I drift off further into the ocean of sleep.