There’s somethin’ about mornings, those first few moments when the sun breaches the thin horizon when sea meets sky. Some days I think if I just want it bad enough, the whole ocean will go up in flames.
Never got a chance to try though, you don’t get that kind of want on the upper levels. That kind of feelin’ you only get down here in the dark. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s not really dark you idiot, I mean the dark you can feel; just sort of settles in your bones, cold and heavy.
See, now you can feel it, can’t ya? The way the walls just leach the life out, breath by breath. But wait, just wait till they see fit to drag me up into the light again. It’s not like they’ll let me go, I’ve got a whole planet of life sentences left, and immortality don’t make them any shorter. But they’ll drag me up again, they always do, parade me around just to remind people what they’ve got locked away in the sea.
Only this time, this time I want.