I was awakened by the strong winds entering my room through the windows at the right side of my bed. The windows were open. I always leave them like that every night. I peeked through it and saw that it’s already dawn. Every thing was gray outside: the skies, the land, and apparently, the ocean.

To my surprise, there was a new surrounding outside my room. There were roaring waves approaching my windows. I got up, and when I stared at the sea, I was suddenly transported to the shore. A jolt of panic entered my body, but it was gone just after I felt it. The water calmed me.

Behind me was my room, and it was the only thing with color in that place. I didn’t know what to do. I was scared. Should I run and go back to my bed? On the other hand, the wet sand and the seawater gave me a feeling of assurance. Like I’ll be safer here, away from the thoughts that are living in my room.

Then I just let myself go. I could feel the waves, the breeze, the sea. “Thank you,” I said to the ocean. “Why are you doing this to me?”

The waves, with all its roars and noises, formed a beautiful voice that answered me. “Because you needed an escape. Because instead of drowning to your thoughts, you just have to feel the waves sometimes. Because why not? You are the ocean itself.”

Suddenly all the colors came back, and my room turned gray.

Now I can see why.