My cheeks flushed with scarlet as I gazed deeply into his eyes, my lips relaxing as I reached for his hands. I laced my fingers with his, crinkling my nose as our fingers intertwined. I leaned and rested my forehead against his, batting my painted-black eyelashes. The Summer sun grazed against our cheeks as it glimmered against the ocean water. I pinched the white sand in between my toes and closed my eyes, attempting to remember the last time I felt like this about someone. He tilted his head forward and began kissing up my jawline before breaking away. I opened my eyes to watch him and his tan skin running back into the cool water, his brown hair waving in the wind.
I smiled, following him until my toes reached the edge of the sandy lands and was being dominated by the water. Then it hit. A swarm of memories of being drowning when I was barely nicking the age of 4. Memories I didn't even know I had. Images swarmed my thoughts of falling into a pool, surrounded by weeds and filled with leaves twigs, and small branches. Why was this coming back to me now? Is it just my imagination, or did this really happen?
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Subconscious
RastgeleA book of short stream-of-conscious stories that entertain the mind. Feel free to comment on your favorite part, questions, and if you think I should make a full story out of one of them, just vote or comment. Which ever gets the most requests will...
