Waves pull me down towards the sand,
reclined in my nest of granular gold,
my arms wave up towards the fading light.

It would be so easy to stay down here,
to go limp against the pressure that weighs me down.

But just as my mind chugs ever closer to its internal slumber,
the light breaks through the darkness and glistens, so much like your hair on a sunny day.

That's why my arms stretch,
my hands reach and claw,
my legs beat in time with my rapid heart.

I could be laying peacefully on the ocean floor,
but instead I break the surface.

And it is entirely your fault.

And I will never be more thankful.