me and I was thrusted into autopilot . I untied the cables , secured the oars and rowed .
~.~ Though I was unsteady , the boat slid comfortably through the water . My beach house shrunk into darkness and yellow squares glowed from the windows .
Soon , I was past the breakwater and alone on the open ocean , adrift with no anchor or purpose .
The town blinked in the distance ; a string of lights flickering along the coast . I marvelled at all of those little lives crammed onto a tiny , slither of sand .
I unhooked the oars and tucked them inside the hull before leaning over the gunwale . The water was black like ink and it seemed impossible for anything to live inside it .