Ophelia by Sir John Everett Millais
On a whim, I decide to go swimming. At 9 pm. Actually, it wasn’t really decision on a whim. I wanted something to keep my mind off a cigarette. The burn I have in my lungs right now is familiar, though an altogether different torture than sitting outside late into the night, reading or writing hundreds of thousands of words, all the while smoking like the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland, asking myself ‘who are you?’
So now, I’m out here on my back in this pool, facing my fear of large bodies of water at night, vulnerable to whatever imaginary leviathin waits beneath me. There is almost no separation between me, floating, weightless as I’ve ever been, and the sky with its modest smattering of stars, only the border of the palm trees winked at by the light colliding against the restless waves in the pool. I row myself like a boat, like a canoe if we’re being honest, because I’m programmed to wish myself long and lean. And all I can hear are the sounds of my arms breaking the water with a muffled splash and my breathing in stereo, like the opening of an indie film. I could reinvent myself out here tonight, I think, while simultaneously trying to merge with the vast nothing above me.
Stop. I decided to go swimming on a whim. No. That was it–to keep my mind off a cigarette. Now about that…
🙂 Nice little snapshot. Makes me wish I still lived somewhere I could access a pool at night.
Thanks, Carie. Yeah, never thought to take advantage of it before now, but I’m glad I did. 🙂
Lol, love the summation. I know the struggle too. 🙂
Thanks, D.G.! I’m glad I’m not alone.
🙂 😉 🙂
This is both pretty and wistful. “…I’m programmed to wish myself long and lean…” so true, alas. Nice job. I like the idea that maybe she just went out for a smoke and then…
Ha ha, yes. I like that you go there with it, Drema. Thank you.
^That’s the line that jumped out at me too, and I agree with Carie that I wish I could swim at night myself. Really a lovely little short.
Thank you, Annie. 🙂