Sleep-Personal Narrative

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My eyes aren’t open but I am awake. It’s Saturday morning so I take advantage of the fact that I have all day to sleep so I roll over attempting to go back to sleep. As I roll over I let my hand hang over the edge of my bed but my hand hits water. I immeadiatley open my eyes and shock and see an endless ocean all around me with no land in sight. My bed is not a bed but a large square plank of wood, barely big enough for me to fit comfortably and barely sturdy enough to hold me afloat. “Help!!” I scream, but the only voice to answer is my own echoing back to me. I was helpless. All I could do was lay on this wooden plank and hope to be found. But hope is for suckers. The next time I opened my eyes it was dark outside. I look up and see a sky full of stars shining on me. I look at the beautiful sky and immediately think about the starry nights I spent with my family stargazing in the woods. I close my eyes again to go to sleep hoping that if I sleep I won’t have to suffer the pain from starvation. As I am drifting off into a peaceful sleep I feel the plank of wood move. I looked around but it is too dark to see, so I just rolled over. Then I moved again, this time the waves from whatever was moving was so strong that I almost fell off of the plank, what’s happening? Then I hear a loud splash in the distance, sombody’s there. “Help! …show more content…
I must have fallen asleep during my break, this is not good. While I was sleeping my plank could have drifted outwards, undoing all the progress I had made. But I could have also drifted inwards, closer to shore. I look all around me and see something in the distance. This time I see several boats that look like cruise ships and a dock. I’ve made it to land! I put the plank on my stomach and plunged my hands and feet into the water and started swimming as fast as I could towards what looked like a port. This is what I had been hoping for all this time. Maybe hope isn’t for