Pool Party - Morgan Lynn

Strands of my hair stuck to my face, creating drawn out black veins. I let them be, and

stared straight up to the clouds through mirrored Ray Bans. I had been floating for at least an

hour, long enough for the clouds to suck away any last drop of glitter in the sky, and leave me

basking in gray. Wind acted like mosquitos buzzing past my ear, and giving rise to a layer of

goosebumps over my body. I broke my silent agreement with the surface tension, and sank

below disturbing the calm surface. My body sighs as I sink to the bottom. My skin, thin as filo

dough and I hold the pale flaky surface of my feet as a child in the warmth of her mother’s

womb, just before shooting into a world where she will never feel the same warmth. Addicted to

a feeling she can't even remember.

Around me I'm no longer on earth, I'm inside your mind, deep within the dream scheme

that lays dormant in reality. My lungs don't beg for air, they remain complacent and I tilt my head

towards the new distorted sky. I’d stay here forever, in jello that halts time, and allows me to

float weightlessly in a blue concrete pit. Where my sky is a kaleidoscope distortion of the blue

gray I've seen since birth. Maybe If I hadn't been so infatuated with the silence which held me, I

may have heard the noise. A pair of hands came tearing through the water, and were followed

by bubbles pouring out of a midlife crisis aged man's mouth. I bounced to the surface, my nose

twitched to the breeze, and I allowed my lungs their wish of air. The man had already begun

yelling at me, in what I can only assume to be Greek.

“Sorry sir!” I hoisted myself out of the water, and stared into the big eyes of a confused

family. “Must have the wrong house... I thought this was Tony's place!” I grabbed my towel,

slipped on my shoes, and took off into the deep woods that guarded their house.