I feel trapped under the surface. Clawing my way out, only to receive a few breaths of air, a glimpse of sunlight, the echo of a bird, then I am hurled back under further than before. Yet the lasting memory of the happiness remains. Indeed, it is so strong that it urges me to work and work; believing that one day I will receive the same treatment. And yes it does happen. But the days become fewer, and far less often. Until eventually it stops all together.