“Nothing is something, and something can become nothing.
Change is inventible, everything changes into something or nothing. Change can be slow or it can happen quickly, it can be good or bad. Change is a force in the world that makes everything tick.”- Andrew
Epilog- Dreams:
She was five again, at the beach playing in the sand with her mother. It was a cool day, and not many people were around. A beautiful woman was standing waist deep in the water. She has long red hair, The women placed her hand out, coaxing Morgan to come towards the water's edge to play. Morgan looked around for her mother, but she was not there. She seized the woman’s hand and followed her down into the water. The women continued to bring her deeper and deeper into the water. Morgan tried to break free, but the grip around her wrist is too tight. She couldn’t breathe, and darkness filled her eyes as she was still being pulled deeper into the water.
Morgan woke up struggling to breathe. “It was just a dream,” she said to herself. She got up, went to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. “I might as well get up and head into work early,” She thought. She was never able to go back to sleep after that dream. The strange thing was, Morgan hadn’t dreamed of the red hair woman in a long time. Her mother said that it was her minds way of dealing with her almost drowning when she was five. The memory surged up forcing her to remember that day. She didn’t remember much when she was younger, but she did remember this moment. Her mother loved to take her to the beach and read or play in the sand and sun. It used to be a daily ritual.
The day was warm and many other days, they would sit under the shade of an umbrella while her mother would read Morgan’s favorite story at the time. Morgan had wandered off into the water chasing sea foam while her mother’s attention was taken away for a few seconds. Somehow Morgan had gotten pulled under with the outgoing tide and got tangled in the seaweed. Her mother barely caught the sight of Morgan going under, and she was able to pull her out of the water just in time. Morgan thought back reliving the moment. She was not much older than four or five at the time.
That was the last time Morgan or her family had gone to the beach. Soon after, they moved to Arizona to get far away from the ocean. She never has gotten over the near drowning and had a huge fear of water since. Her younger sister Kylee, on the other hand, was an excellent swimmer and been trying to convince Morgan to face her fears. Morgan’s progression over her fear of water had been taken in baby steps, but anything larger then a backyard pool was not happening. When she did feel adventurous, she would sit on the steps.
Change is inventible, everything changes into something or nothing. Change can be slow or it can happen quickly, it can be good or bad. Change is a force in the world that makes everything tick.”- Andrew
Epilog- Dreams:
She was five again, at the beach playing in the sand with her mother. It was a cool day, and not many people were around. A beautiful woman was standing waist deep in the water. She has long red hair, The women placed her hand out, coaxing Morgan to come towards the water's edge to play. Morgan looked around for her mother, but she was not there. She seized the woman’s hand and followed her down into the water. The women continued to bring her deeper and deeper into the water. Morgan tried to break free, but the grip around her wrist is too tight. She couldn’t breathe, and darkness filled her eyes as she was still being pulled deeper into the water.
Morgan woke up struggling to breathe. “It was just a dream,” she said to herself. She got up, went to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. “I might as well get up and head into work early,” She thought. She was never able to go back to sleep after that dream. The strange thing was, Morgan hadn’t dreamed of the red hair woman in a long time. Her mother said that it was her minds way of dealing with her almost drowning when she was five. The memory surged up forcing her to remember that day. She didn’t remember much when she was younger, but she did remember this moment. Her mother loved to take her to the beach and read or play in the sand and sun. It used to be a daily ritual.
The day was warm and many other days, they would sit under the shade of an umbrella while her mother would read Morgan’s favorite story at the time. Morgan had wandered off into the water chasing sea foam while her mother’s attention was taken away for a few seconds. Somehow Morgan had gotten pulled under with the outgoing tide and got tangled in the seaweed. Her mother barely caught the sight of Morgan going under, and she was able to pull her out of the water just in time. Morgan thought back reliving the moment. She was not much older than four or five at the time.
That was the last time Morgan or her family had gone to the beach. Soon after, they moved to Arizona to get far away from the ocean. She never has gotten over the near drowning and had a huge fear of water since. Her younger sister Kylee, on the other hand, was an excellent swimmer and been trying to convince Morgan to face her fears. Morgan’s progression over her fear of water had been taken in baby steps, but anything larger then a backyard pool was not happening. When she did feel adventurous, she would sit on the steps.
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