Picture this: you are underwater and encounter some setbacks
Wow! Here I am underwater. What the…? I can breathe?! And would you look at that, a tail ,too?!? There are aqua-blue walls around me. George Washington? Oh, phew it was just a painting. Painting can survive underwater? Well that’s a first.
I stop and silently admire the turquoise walls. Something is moving. Coral, maybe? It’s [I believe] a human. She stops and looks, startled, and exhales air bubbles. Oh no! I start to sprint, no, swim rapidly (yes!) toward the poor (and soon to be deceased) woman. I pull her up, up, and up! We are at the surface. Still, not breathing. I call for help. No one. The sun was blaring in my eyes. I start swimming quickly again to shore. I try to breathe myself, but I hurry back to the water. I had no idea what happened to her. Last thing I saw was the beach.