skipstitch
The light shone bright at the end of the cave, rippling in the water's surface. Her eyes blinked slowly, arm outstretched for that last beacon of hope. She tried to will her limbs to move, swim, flail, anything, but only moved in slow motion as her lungs screamed for air.
Flowers bloomed as far as the eye coiuld see, explosions of pink and yellow and white across the green. It made her sick. The sweet scent filled the air, syrupy and intoxicating. She shook her head, she needed sober, clear, and sharp for this.