#WritcoStoryPrompt27
A flock of geese flying high up against the blue sky, squawking away in familiar harmony, roused me into that state of consciousness that lingers just before awakening from a restless slumber. The harsh slap of salty, surf laden water struck me with a ferocity that had me gasping into complete consciousness. My shoulders and arms felt sore, almost as if they didn’t belong to me anymore. How could they when I had spent more than forty-eight hours clinging on a piece of driftwood in the middle of the bloody ocean!
Slowly I climb up on the wood balancing it well by sleeping onto it holding with hands firm and with the feet clinging back to the wood. Making it as a boat I've moved forward taken by the waves floating towards the edge of the waterfall keeping faith that I would survive and find a way to reach people to help me from the other side of the steep. So I was pushed by the water flow and as soon as I reached the edge I hugged the log so tight and closed my eyes to pray God. I fell into the waters like a flying squirrel in a few mins...