The moonlight shimmered on top of the lake.
I yanked my shirt off and slipped my shoes off.
Water erupted from my jumping in.
The lake wrapped me in its icy embrace.
My head rose above the surface, I breathe.
The moon starred down like an almighty eye.
My body shivered in that cold water.
It was strangely magnificent to me.
My arms and legs paddled around the lake.
As each limb broke the surface, splash, splash, splash.
Each move hit me with a new shock of cold.
Every drop could be felt distinctly now.
The strange relationship of cold and life.
The colder you feel, how alive you are.
When there is only coldness, there is death.
Coldness is the struggle to stay alive.
As I pulled myself up, I heard a splash.
I turned and saw a silhouette in there.
It splashed loudly now, savagely swimming.
I could make out only a human shape.
"Hello," I called out to the silhouette.
Suddenly stopping, it starred at me now.
It raised its hand and waved me to join it.
"I just got out," I attempted to say.
"Get in," said the voice that echoed at me.
There was something frightening in the voice.
I turned around and started to get dressed.
I looked back and the silhouette had changed.
It seemed bigger, and it's shape less human.
There was alot more splashing as it swam.
It seemed like it had additional limbs.
"Come swim with me," the voice said distorted.
I got dressed more quickly, something seemed wrong.
Suddenly, the water had reached my feet.
I looked back; The lake was expanding now.
I started to run, but the lake grew fast.
Soon, I had no choice but to swim again.
The voice got louder and closer behind.
The moon darkened until it disappeared.
Now there was only darkness and the shape.
