Rising Water
Wake up.
This was the first thought in my head. It’s not exactly the sort of thing one thinks upon first waking and the strangeness lured me out of unconsciousness, pulling me from the depths of oblivion up toward the surface. It was bright up there though, and I didn’t want to go. The first thing I saw was a concrete wall awash in dim, bluish fluorescence. There was a deep rumbling sound under my head, and a draft.
