The comedy club was dark, looked and smelled musty. Further in the back as we went through the tumble weeds of drunks the chlorine fogged in the air. Someone was sitting in our spot. We asked him to leave. He didn’t even put up a fight. More like he knew us, knew our status - what status? - and limbered up leaving our spot for our warmth to take over.
I don’t know who you are, but I am calm.
Shortly after the act took the stage I got up to go to the bathroom. Furthering in to the place and furthering into the chlorine smell, I slipped off my sandals and dipped my feet into the pool. I straightened my eyes into the deep to see different levels you can sink yourself on. I took the plunge and with my body extended, arms up to the spotlight as I sank, I landed on and put my knees to my chest. The bubbles from my body landing surrounded and floated to the spotlight above. I watched as they clustered and pushed each other away to win their placement to the surface.
I walked over, hearing the water move with my legs. I leaned over just like I did before the dive, seeing others move around in the waters rhythm. I noticed lights below, an octopus making its way to the surface. My air became short. I pushed my legs against the landing and started reaching to the spotlight. The spotlight turned dim and glowed. As I got closer, my air escaped. I didn’t struggle. I curved my arms and floated.
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