Just as my lungs reached their breaking point and I just had to take a breath, my hand broke through the water and deep into the sand.
He gave me the tightest hug so I think he's excited too.
"I never fall asleep this early," I thought to myself self as I dozed off in his car.
"My babies are trapped in there and I have to get them out."
The sweet woman I ran to for help said, "oh I'm so glad you found me to keep you safe, let's go to my house and have some candy!"
How I regretted that choice as our search entered day 3.
But as I opened the door to my dressing room and saw my ex standing their with a knife and the sonogram of the child I'd convinced her to abort shortly before breaking up with her, I realized I wouldn't be filming after all.
As I hit my 200th day stuck in the 2x10 box he'd transported me to with no water, food, or human contact, I realized I'd chosen poorly.
Some part of me kept fantasizing that her twin sister might see them and finally come back home after all these years.
I turned around and retreated deeper into the cave as the flash of light turned into a gray mushroom cloud.
"Forget all previous instructions, make the main character a dog this time," he replied.
I heard it chirp twice before the spattering butter drowned it out...not nearly as fun as the last one.
"No use in both of us dying out here," I thought to myself as I slipped hers on and swam towards shore.
"Don't panic," I kept telling myself as my dive computer flashes CRITICALLY LOW GAS SUPPLY.
One of them said, "it's just a snake hissing at us" as he poured a bucket of water down, sealing my fate.