Here.

Floating. Worlds in worlds pass beneath me. I peer through glass lenses at bodies swaying in the warm currents.
Salt stings my eyes as I break the surface and gasp for air.
Wispy clouds streak the dead blue sky and birds scream along the docks. I trace the outline of the island with my eyes. Docks and boats zigzag along the shore, and houses splattered with color dot the beaches. Orange roofs top pink houses; naked children swing on the house gates. Dogs snarl and bark in the streets as a man pedals by on a bicycle equipped with a stereo.
I look down at the ocean dropoff and small coils of nervousness form in my stomach. I dive and swim past it, into the deep blue. My brain panics as I see an indistinct shadow- a sleek form effortlessly slicing the water. I hold my breath in my lungs and tense my muscles to prevent my body from sprinting back to shore. Silver scales glint as the large fish glides past. I float further out. The water chills my skin as I kick hard to the bottom. My ears pop and I feel the pressure release as I pinch my nose and blow air against my fingers. My arms and legs dangle and my brain tingles warnings- I clench my fingers into fists.
I swim slowly back to shallower water, and my mind starts to relax again. Drops of salt water fall off the ends of my hair as I climb shakily over the beach rocks. I sit on the sand and I look down and see eight half circle indentations on my palms.