I closed my eyes and imagined myself back home in bed with your hand pressed against my chest, the morning routine would come to me like second nature and we would rise for coffee and breakfast on the rue Montmartre. The sound of a rogue wave crashing against the bow of the ship woke me from my daydream, and I all I could see instead of home, was a bleak sea. I cursed and closed my eyes again but it was gone, the moment had been dashed and I needed to face reality, that I was lost at sea. 

The sea stared back at me with an empty expression, the noon sun was high in the sky dying the sky a vivid pale blue, lost at sea, life was empty. Sun, sea, and ship, those were the things that defined daily life, food wasn’t necessarily on the list for there was no food to spare-survival meant the relinquishment of desire, and yet all I did was desire.