Whoosh

Whoosh. Window. If the heart was dancing happily on the surface, floating on its back in the lake of life, then it sunk to the ocean floor, in not a bad way. The heart stopped breathing and choked for a bit, before soaring back to the surface, sputtering and flopping around, barely alive. Figuring out that he is drowning, the heart starts splashing around, and finally gathering himself together enough to live again. So he starts to swim. He, as a heart, can no longer float easily, but that's ok. Somehow, he'll swim through, because he is my heart, and we always make it through.