A Nightmare

With the surface of the water far above my head and the strength of the tide getting stronger, I pull and grasp, but to no avail. The weighted rope tied to my ankle gets heavier and it pulls me down. My dress flows aimlessly around me and bits are lit by the sun that peaks through the glass top of this enclosed sea. I can't reach it, though. I keep pushing and pulling and reaching and screaming silently, to no avail. Until my hands can't reach any more, they drop to my sides and I float aimlessly. Wishing. He would just let me go.