The ebb and flow of the water gently moved his body back and forth, like an infant in a cradle. And for all Chase knew, he was once again a child in his mother's womb. He could feel himself floating effortlessly among the warm stability of the tide; suspended underneath without an urge to breath. It was though he had always been there, in that moment, and nothing seemed to be so wrong. This existence meant peace for him; comfort like none other he'd ever experienced. The methodical movement of the water around him was like a comforting stroke of the cheek from someone he loved. Someone that he'd always loved and needed to be with, forever. Never had he felt so welcomed and wanted. Never had he felt so protected and secure. He knew with every fiber of his being that this was where he was meant to be. And this is where he'd always be.
A voice echoed through the water on a ripple that he felt more than heard. A welcoming voice that only deepened the sense of belonging he felt in this place.
Chase. Open your eyes for me.