Emma Gilbert

Drowned

I wake to the sound of small waves splashing against a wooden boat. I open my eyes, squinting in anticipation of sunlight, only to see clouds dimming the sky. I sit up and look around. I appear to be in the middle of a big lake, entirely enclosed by trees. I look for an oar so that I can row myself back to shore, but I can’t find one. My head feels foggy, and any movement is physically exhausting. The boat rocks rhythmically in the water, and the splashing seems to be getting louder and louder.