I'm laying here, in my silky satin sheets.
The way it flows constantly reminds me of the day I almost drowned in the red sea.
Even the colour of the sheets remind me of the endless miles of red cold seas. It was like bathing in blood when it was just the ph of the water.
I can't stand going to the beach. When my daughter and son want to have a beautiful day out to the beach I have to face opposite to the sea and stick in some ear plugs. If I don't I go into a sweaty heaped panic.
I leave my wife to handle them because I can't even be a few yards from the water. She doesn't understand what it is like, to be stranded at sea, surrounded by nothing but the dead bodies of your fellow soldiers.
When I have a bath, I only bath in a few inches of water because I am afraid that I will drown. Just it's movements brings me back.
