'Wish I could be ' '

The only thing you could feel were gentle fingertips tracing your features; down your cheeks, across your salt-encrusted lips. Fleeting- almost

scared

, like an apology for the churning waves mere minutes before.

And it 's what makes you flutter your bleary eyes open, squinting at the beams of sunlight from above.

At first, you make out a shadow. A halo of hair that glints like gold. Then, lips that tenderly hum,

'-part of your world. '

Your heart stutters- and you 're not sure whether it 's because of the striking man on top of you, or the sudden call of your name from a distance.

But he disappears in the blink of an eye.

And you couldn 't rip your fogged vision

away

- not from the calm plane of ocean that had cushioned your shipwreck, not from the absence of

him.