Waves

I wake up; the thoroughly aged white rowboat adopted by The Twilight, tasked only with being an emergency lifeboat, swaying and bobbing over the docile waves of the midday Pacific Ocean. The distinct salty aroma of the ocean falls over my nose. The slim, hard, uncomfortable, wooden floor of the canoe shaped rowboat, that will have soon been my savior, suddenly becomes readily apparent to my newly awoken mind. I open my eyes only to see a clear, devoid of life- save the occasional seagull- sky. Sea spray occasionally reaffirms the fact that I am stranded, hopelessly, in the ocean, miles from where I call home. I struggle to keep my eyes open, seeing no reason to, while I continue to lay on the floor of the rowboat. Suddenly, moments before sleep, I feel the bobbing of the boat lapsing over waves, becoming ever smaller, until they taper off, and I'm brought to a sudden halt. I vigorously rush to a seating position. In front of me I see only the ocean, but it is when I turn my head that I see what brought my endless, hopeless, drifting to an end; an island. I struggle to make my way out of the ruined rowboat. Exhaustion falling over me like an unremovable blind fold, blinding my every attempt at land. I finally take my first step onto the destination of my fate, a lonely, lustrous island. After many years of life on that small, but memorable and livable island, I have found a way to redefine home. I now live happily in the home the waves have brought me.