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Wave
Daniela Sandoval
The fight-or-flight response refers to an organism’s physiological
reaction when it feels threatened. Ultimately, for the sake of survival, an
animal will either choose to flee or face a threat. But sometimes, neither of
these may be a choice.
The breeze whispers as it dances through the palm trees and it gives
my skin warm kisses. The sand is prickly under my thighs, as I sit crossed
legged beyond the soothing waves. I like going to the beach whenever I
need peace; when life becomes a little too hectic and overwhelming. The
crashing of water is a lullaby: reassuring and slow. All around me there’s
sand. Endless damp sand, as if it had rained the night before. And in the
whole expanse of the beach, as far as I can see, I am alone. Not lonely,
since the the swaying palm tree fronds keep me company—but alone. In
a peaceful state of mind where the only thing I have to do is to exist.
With the tranquility of it all, I fall asleep. Until I am awakened by a
sudden commotion. The wind has strengthened and the clouds have
become a darker grey. No longer comforting, it makes the palm trees thrash
with forceful gushes. The once turquoise waves have turned into the color
of ash. The ocean has begun to riot within itself and the calming quiet is
gone; lost to the ruckus from all around. A strong roar that seeps through
the branches. I stand up, with grains of sand sticking to the back of my
legs, and look around. The beach itself seems be warning me, through the
uproar of the ocean. “Run!” it urges me “Run and don’t look back!” Anxiety
rises in my chest and leaves me trembling inside.
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But as I try to lift my feet, I find that I am unable to move my legs. I
try to lift them forward, but find that it refuses to do so. The wind blows
harsher and the clouds in the sky turn darker. Every nerve in my body goes
into overdrive, until I feel like I will faint from the nausea. It’s too much, I
think, this is too much.
Just as I feel as if the tumult couldn’t get worse, I look at the ocean.
Retracting and pulling back in, forming massive waves—each one bigger
than the last. During one of the instances where the water pulls back
in, one final imposing crest forms, farther from the shore. A wave that
seems to form slowly. It is a deep blue color, impossible to see through.
It is huge—bigger than anything I have ever seen; a ten story building, at
least. Coming at me; darkening the sky as it approaches.
It is in this moment that every single fiber of my being burns like
white light, begging me to turn around, to do anything. The wind and
the crashing waves seem to be laughing a horrid and mocking laugh. But
right then, darkness comes over me—my feet still tied to the ground by
an invisible magnetic force—and swallows me whole.
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