#33 Not Again

The water poured through my nostrils and rushed in through my mouth and succeeded in wrenching me effortlessly from my slumber. I opened my eyes to the shimmering darkness of my aquatic surroundings. I was completely submerged. An explosion of bubbles erupted from my mouth as I fought to expel the invading water from my lungs. What oxygen I had was now gone. My heart raced as the panic set in. Which way was up? "Follow the bubbles" I thought. It had not worked the last time and as I thrashed about in the darkness, I knew that it would not work this time either.

"Ah yes!" I nearly blurted as I recalled my last episode. I thrust my arms and legs outward in search of a flat surface. I could feel the panic regress as my hands and knees made contact with what I hoped was the bottom. I knelt before attempting to stand. Up I went, emerging from the knee-deep water. My t-shirt sucked tight against my back as the violent coughing forced me to lean forward.

I finally managed to catch my breath and as I stood there shivering in the darkness, I realized that this was the second time in three weeks that this had happened! To hell with the warranty! This waterbed was going back!