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| Thursday, September 27, 2007 |
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She plunges her body into the basin, air bubbles cling to her nose. She puffs out her cheeks as she holds her breath. She likes the way they feel when they are big and full of air. Her hair floats up around her. Long beautiful ebony strands caress her face and shoulders. She kicks her feet, turning and turning her body, slowly, weightless. She bursts through the surface and draws a loud gasping breath. Delight comes at the crispness of it. She pulls herself up and out, her grey t-shirt clings to her now, her hair stuck under her armpit. Her jeans are heavy with liquid. She drips on the wood of the floor, laughing aloud at her moment of madness. Who does this? Who fills the hot tub with water and flops like a fish in it fully dressed?
The urge to run is upon her. This is not her house. This is not her hot tub. She doesn't belong here. She has climbed the fence on a whim. If she is caught, she doesn't know what will happen. Heart pounding, hands cold, knees week, she sneaks to the side of the house. She dashes into the next yard. Its really cold now. She can see her own breath as she stands stiff at the corner. She sees headlights in the dark, a small utterance emits from her face. A dog barks.
She runs part of the way across the front lawn. There is a car turning on the road, so she lays flat on the grass. Silly child. Scrambling to her feet, her legs pump beneath her. Home, home, home. Only four houses to go. The car has turned around, just keep running. She ditches into her neighbors side yard, dives over the fence, entering her home through the back door. She runs to the front window. The car has stopped in her drive. She hurriedly peels off her freezing, wet clothes. Running to the bedroom, she pulls on her robe, slides into her slippers, and answers the door as she throws a towel on her head.
'We saw someone jump your fence, just wondered if everything was alright.' She nervously looks from face to face. They are so serious, so concerned. She smiles. 'I was just getting out of the shower. If you'd like a look around, feel free. But, I'm sure there isn't anyone out there'. They look into the tiny yard. Nothing. As they pull away from her home, she giggles. Close. |
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