Swimming. I am swimming. Swimming to the top of the darkness holding me under. And then I am swimming towards the light. But I stop. I tread the backwaters of my mind, searching for any happy memory of my childhood. At first there is nothing, but then there is everything. The day of my third birthday. I remember my mom picking me up and swinging me in circles, making my friends from church jealous. There mommies didn't do that because they feared they would get sick from it. I never did. Now I'm swimming again, but this time it's at the beach. With my family, my mom, my dad...
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Swimming
Short StoryIs reality really reality or just a dream? Nobody knows, someday we make wake up from this dream and realize reality was something we were hiding from.
