The water’s green and soft. You swim down through it like an eel, like a polished stone. Soon, you see a golden light, spreading among the water weeds. It’s a box? Or no, more like a patch of sun in the darkness, a drowned mirror. You want it.
You reach towards it, and as you dive, arms outstretched, it flows upwards to meet you. You fill your hands with silver droplets, liquid sunshine streams past you, you swim and turn in a rainbow of twisting light.
Your head breaks the surface, but this time, you keep on rising, out of the water, dripping, laughing, into the blue sky where you cartwheel and roll on the silky air. You’re happy, your hands and your arms and your eyes are full of happiness, you have so much you scatter it to the wind and still you have as much as you can hold.
And you know you can always go back, whenever you want. At the bottom of the green water, a box is waiting, just for you. Dive down, open the lid, and take from it whatever you need: comfort, patience, happiness, and sleep.