I could see her shallow cheek bones above the water, her nose barely able to get air. Her black swimsuit swarmed around her, floating in the water, almost like she had taken it off. Her eyes looked at me, feigning malice and she floated toward my spot on the wall, grabbing my feet and pulling. I let myself fall in, then go under, my frown returning. She came underwater giggling and kisses my cheek and surfaces, waiting for me to come up. I let my vision go black, waiting for something else to claim me, then I wake up. She is there at the foot of my bed, but much older, a look of worry on her face, a man is there with her, his arm around her shoulders just like I used to do.
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