It was my last lecture of the day, and my arms ached from all the writing I had to do. I wasn’t sure why I chose this course for university, but, as it turns out, the life of a sea anemone isn’t that interesting.
Marine biology stood out at first. I imagined all the trips to sunnier climbs, while snorkelling in all the best oceans. Hawaii Five O was my favourite programme as a child.
‘While cataloguing these fascinating creatures we can learn of the history of the oceans around us. There are many different types, and it is our job to learn from their species.’
My eyes were totally unresponsive, and the next moment I was swimming in the ocean. Sea anemone’s all around me. Colours swirling from blue to green to red to yellow. They surround me in a kaleidoscope of colour I can’t escape from.
‘Help me! The sea is trying to eat me alive!’ I shout.
‘That may be Miss Crawley, but you will still be sending in your essay, being killed is no excuse,’ my tutor said.