Sinking

You are sinking, so gently, and while, yes, the liquid into which you are sinking seemed at first like it might be a little...well...putrid; but after a while, as you get used to it, it is really quite sweet and that texture not off-putting at all, but a little syrupy and in the most pleasant way. And no sense of loneliness, only the briefest instants, and as one looks around one's eyes meet those of one the many other bodies, whose gaze all affirm the same truth: how good this is, and we're all here together, so happy.
But in the moments when our eyes don't meet- what do we look like then? Stupid thought. To let go and be relieved of such thoughts...down, down, down.
A flash of sunlight and you see an arm stretched out just above the water, a hand to be grasped, something awakens and you are surging towards it, stretching your arm...but almost as quickly you are surrounded by bodies, their eyes alarmed, censoring, pleading, angry, pitying... And once more you are sinking, and it's so lovely.