Underwater

One last deep breath before plunging his head underwater. The cold liquid tingled around his ears as they quickly adjusted to the sudden temperature change. With all his might he pushed himself, with both feet, from the ledge and started gliding like an elegant fish in the ocean. He held his breath, counting the markings on the floor. Then he let out some of the air in his lungs and folded his, until then, spear-forming arms against the sides of his torso. Again he let air escape his lungs. Now it was his legs turn to propel him forward and with a swift frog-like motion he kicked the water behind him. Another burst of air shot from his nostrils, gently tickling his cheeks. In that brief moment of tranquillity, while his body was gliding through the water, his mind felt free. Free from all the worries that the world without water had to offer. But instead of capturing that moment for a little longer, his lungs began to burn, begging him for air. He emerged, breathed, and disappeared again.
Bliss.