Cathy was dreaming of the sea. She had always been a little afraid of water, the idea of an infinite fluid body that could kill her and disappear with her corpse forever made her deeply nervous. Maybe that was her biggest fear: disappearing. To be alone forever in the depths of nowhere, unable to be reached, to be forgotten… Nothing could be worse. In her dream, she was in a tiny house on a small island in the middle of a raging ocean. Waves crashed over the rocks during the storm, and she watched their violent force and destructive power, wondering if at some point any wave would be big enough or strong enough to destroy her house and carry it away. She was afraid, in fact. Afraid of dying, afraid of losing everything, afraid of being forgotten. But the movement of the water, the foam for
