little sofia loves the ocean, ever since her little boyfriend told her it reminded him about her eyes.

but she's scared of it.

that exact fear that reminds her of her phobia of tornados. the thought makes her feel sorrowful.

'oh well, there's nothing i could do'

she says to herself as she looks at the mass of water in front of her.

what is in there?

a shark?

a tsunami?

perhaps her little boyfriend telling her she's hallucinating?

little sofia adores the sea anyway, pretty sparkling liquid that reflects the enormous sun, that make's little sofia so miniature.

filled with melancholy and passion, quite an odd mix, sofia enters the cold water.

melancholy and fear leave the poor girl's body, as she admires the horizon from her small view with a lopsided grin.

sweat coats her skin though, the moment she wakes up from her daze.

the second before she is snapped from her unconsciousness, that second before everything took an 180 degree turn, that second before everything,

she swore she saw a tidal wave, as big as anything her tiny body as ever seen.