The phone has now completely latched onto your ear, sucking, the sounds of the sea, as if it were a conch. You have a vision of your childhood, at the beach, water, clouds rolling in from a distant horizon. Dark clouds.
Slippery tendrils bring you back to awareness, rubbing wet against something deep inside your ear. You cry out, but there is no one around to hear you. Fend for yourself! But how?
You fumble with a drawer, fingering the interior depths for something, anything...