Paper Boat

I had spent all day crafting it. It was made out of the thickest paper I could find, but even so, I knew it wouldn’t be long before the water had disintegrated it. Though I had even gone as far as to melt wax from my favorite violet candle and used that to coat the bottom, my little paper boat was going down. I was almost looking forward to it. Everything in life had to sink at some point, and what was the use in putting it off? Why bother trying to keep things from changing when the only reason that they were special to begin with was that they could not be forever?

I had imagined a slow, painful end to my tiny little vessel, had spent hours picturing in my head the various ways that it would collapse.

A great wave soared up, though, and snatched it away.