As I dive in with my legs streamlined and straight, I try to avoid sharp coral at state.
I feel the coldness rush through me, the frightful feeling of a creature behind me.
I pass a school of fish all yellow and bright, so glad I'm swimming at day not night.
My heart skipped a beat as I saw a huge shadow, much, much bigger than a fake afro.
Suddenly a large group of fish all stopped at a screech, my guess was that they were headed for the beach.
I followed the fish as fast as I could go, like on a secret mission, and staying down low.
I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear, Toreka you want me to do your hair?
It turned out it was all a dream, of fish coloured in a light sort of cream.
I wondered if I would ever visit again, the world that looked like it was made out of rain....
