“Damn it!” I curse, racing after it.

The wind deposits it neatly in the water, and the waves decide to take over, pulling the sheet further and further away from me.

I wade into the cold water. The waves are particularly strong today, and the deeper I go into the ocean, the further away the bed sheet floats.

At some point, I realize that I’m moving further away from shore than I’m comfortable with. The strength of the waves keeps increasing, pulling me down.

Kicking my legs in the ...