Place Of Power

I stared out the window, showing no emotion. The strong wind blowing in the rain and letting the wet lace curtains flap annoyingly against my bare arms. Below me is the raging white water. Angrily crashing against the ragged rocks beneath, slowly turning them into stone knives as time ticks on.
No matter what I felt before, watching the rolling of the waves always calms me, no matter what element batters me through the window. My place of power and protection. It feels as though nothing can hurt me here, but it is a cruel world, and I know this feeling is a false hope, for anything could happen.
But maybe today,luck might be on my side. No one dies today, no one gets hurt, just once. I feel so strong here. Like nothing could ever touch me, not even the raging water beneath or the wild wind looking me in the eye.
I smell the salt on the wind and feel the cold rain plaster on my skin. The crashing of the waves echo across the water like thunder. The sky is grey with thick, heavy clouds. A barrier between me and the sun. Yet the displacement hardly fazes me, as I am lost in my own world. A world of raging water and strong, harsh winds. A world where nothing hurt me. In my dreams, I am protected.