Trying to breathe

The turquoise water glitters innocently. The quiet shushing of the waves meeting the sandy shore could lure you into a deep sleep. The velvet blue sky seems to melt into the end of the water, dripping color into the crystal sea. The bright crescent moon hangs adjacently to where you're standing, and if you tilt your head, it almost looks like the infamous Cheshire Cat grin. Everything about the water seems so peaceful and amicable. The harmonious crickets chirp in the background, like the swell of music, before the storm. You take a couple of steps into the water, and the iciness of it shocks you for a moment. The temperature seems strange, in contrast to the warm humidity of the summer night. You wade in further, up to your knees now. You can feel the sand squish beneath your toes, and the slimy seaweed begins to wrap around your ankles. The coldness doesn't shock you as much, your body is beginning to succumb to the numbness. You begin to get so deep, you float on your back, and the stars look so plentiful and bright, they look like a child's art project, thrown silver glitter on a piece of paper, soon to be forgotten and abandoned. Your eyes close, inevitably, and your body begins to sink. You're wrapped in water, it incloses you. The water rushes in through your mouth, nose, and ears. It curls around your lungs like vines, beautiful but deadly. You should be frantic, flailing around, clawing at the water, trying to pull the weight and survive, but instead, you sink further. The weight of the water and lack of air pushes on your lungs, making them feel like collapsing on one another. At last, your mouth opens, to utter your last words, but is silenced by the water. Up above the water's surface, nothing as changed. The crickets chirp continue chirping, the moon shines, and the waves in the water continue to pull itself further upon the land.