New Year's Flood

It was a vivid expanse around me. The New Year's rush was coursing through each and every person at the party. The gleaming lights hanging down on us too, seemed to be uplifted by the inciting time of year. Everyone was nurturing the clear and enticing aura that they raved for throughout the year. So were my friends; and so was I.

I was hooked to my chair, laid back surveilling all the hazy scenes around me. The bracing and unflustered sand was my comfort as I glared at the obscure ocean that backed away. For once, the night sky looked down at stars, rather than searching for them in it's own deep expanse of darkness. Every smiling stare was at solice looking at the haughty fireworks that so flawlessly flaunted their flames. yet, amongst all of this flashy fiesta, the one sober, red ball made its way to my attention. It was as if it was warning something, and I absolutely needed to heed it. it was rolling in it's own way that the sand had paved for it. But it was receding like the waves of the sea. Being pulled, not pushed.

That was when the mortifying truth bolted its way into my head. The magnetic pull of my chair now let go of me and compelled me away from the ocean. I sprinted in the least subtle way as possible to mankind; as were many others. For the ocean that was once obscure, had now decided to become the focus of the picture. A prodigious demon of water was waging a war on the pitiful humans that had invaded its territory; it was simply taking back what it owned. Stupefied, i was dragged down into the depths of this solidity that we once called the sky. It was all over.

I forced and punished all my effort to see the submerged world around me one last time; my eyes breached the controls and commenced to see one thing - a red ball, ever so sober, yet wreaking of confidence and gloating pride from instinct, afloat, above everything else overwhelmed by the monstrous waves of this tsunami. "Goodbye" was my final thought.

The black was divulging now and the glugging of the water was amplifying. The sadistic tides had now melted and washed me to the surface; enemy helped the other. But it all didn't matter. "Alive" I thought, for after the glimpse of the titan, i never thought I'd be alive to think about it.

The cracking cement bruised my arm which felt dead to me at the moment - "thud". That was when the gushing winds, crashing waves and the shattered consortment of sounds became existent to my deafened ears. Gripping tight onto the pillar like the poor would on to lottery, I took the first breath I could make sense of after hell released its clutches on me. It was all over.

The red ball once again passed my view; I could feel it saying in a surprised tone - "You made it."