Escape

I slide down deeper into the water until my head slips just under the surface. The washing machine downstairs sounds oddly more clear while the music coming from the speakers resting on the back of the toilet sounds muffled and distant. But everything is so quiet. I open my eyes slowly, feeling the weight of the water on my eyeballs. I can feel my chest start to constrict but looking upward through the water is like seeing a different world. Shapes and colors lose their distinctness and everything seems to move, soft and immaterially blending together. My eyes start to burn along with my lungs. Suddenly I let the air gush out and push my body out of the water, sending a splendid splash over the edges of the tub. My momentary escape is over.