Nearly
By birksy
The day was cold, that’s why I was alone outside, by the pools edge, wrapped in a towel, wrapped in some innocence, waiting. Nearly time for tea, the sky, not at it’s brightest, watched down, waiting for the show, I shouldn’t have been alone, not out there. Then, in I went, swam, as best I could, not really swimming, but attempting not to go under for the longest time. Then, I float on my back, watching the clouds, they stayed stock still best seats in the house. Must be near the edge now, just flip on my back, and reach out for the edge… But no edge is there, and I’ve no breath anymore, I lose the water’s top, arms move ineffectively, legs like weights. I could die here, and they’d find me, just after tea, and they’d ask, why did he swim when he couldn’t swim, and I would never be able to answer them, never tell them that I wanted to swim, but just wasn’t in the right place. Now I’m in the wrong place, and I feel weak, sick, then… I’m at the side, arms reach up, break the surface, and I haul myself up, and breathe again. I say nothing to nobody, and now, it’s just a bad, bad dream. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 11:26 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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