Sitting on the beach, the sun peaks out from the horizon.
The waters splash upon the rocks and sand, as I make my way to the sea.
It's cold at first but my body quickly adapts.
I push my arms out in front of me, and the waves begin.
Out and in, to and fro.
The waters behave as I, and I as the water.
Calm and gentle with care.
But if betrayed, the revenge of a cold bubbly death ensues.
The waves start to grow ever more, and the sea parts for me to walk through.
I hold this for the time I cross, then let go as the blackness follows.
I've no more strength to go on. Sleep ensues....
'Cause even a Princess has to clean the house.