Underwater Breathing
I followed J into the water, we were unclothed, and there were many other people around in the same state of undress, like it was a natural thing. She felt like I remembered her, the same body, the same skin. We never dated long but became excellent friends in the years that followed. For some reason this just felt comfortable being with her.
She would pull me under water and kiss me, we would linger down there but I wasn't drowning, it had no effect on me. It was just warm and comfortable, I liked being with her and did not want to leave. This went on for a while, there was no talking and nothing more than innocence.
When we came to the top, a voice told us that some of our partners were actually wearing masks, and that we should now try to pull off the mask to see who was really underneath. I KNEW that J was actually her but I pulled anyway grabbing at her hair. And like in the Spiderman cartoons where he pulls at his mask, her face came off and underneath was another girl, it took me a minute to recognize her it was C, her hair pulled back into a bun like when she worked out. Her body had even changed and she was looking at me with disappointment.
We exited the water on to the beach. We stood facing each other. I know I kissed her, she reluctantly kissed back, and I told her how I missed her, and was glad she came back to talk to me. I told her how I thought I would never get to talk to her again. I told her how proud I was of myself for changing, for taking control of my life and for fixing all of my traits that caused us to separate in the first place. She was unconvinced. As it gets more vivid, I know I continued to try to convince her to give me another chance, she kept resisting. I struggled to stay in the dream as I could feel myself waking up. Trying to kiss her, hold her, touch her hand...
Awake...
Created by: Derek Supranowicz
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