I woke up startled and realized I was floating alone in icy arctic waters. The fog was so thick I could taste it with the salty sea. "Not exactly my ideal last meal", I said with a slight groan of contempt. The sound of my own voice was the only noise amidst the silence and eerie creaking of floating ice.
Absently, I noticed how little air is left in the life jacket, the only thing keeping me alive at that point. I felt around the plastic only to realize my fingers were numb, as well as my feet. Another basketball sized chunk of ice floated by before I noticed the burning cold in the rest of my body. I would have panicked if I had any warm blood left to help my adrenaline flow.
With no relief in site, I simply continued to float along. It was too cold to feel anything, even despair. As the sky began to darken, and my field of vision narrowed to a tunnel, an odd sense of calm set in. "Oh", I said to myself, "so this is how I die".