He
felt dislocated from time, like he was floating. Up, up. Outside lights
were off but the night was a clear blue-black. At the pool. This girl,
she was very drunk, she was trying to stay up straight. Helping her. She
on her knees. He was fucked up. Had they taken pills? Up. Her skirt his
hand was up and touching. She pressed herself against his fingers.
She
kissed him, spirit-breath hot on his chin, he was, the water. Touching
the water. It was freezing. Or was it warm. A heated pool? A small pool,
he unpicked the cover. Three points. Pulled the cover off. She was
drunk. He stripped and she watched. Hadn’t he already done this? Getting
into the water. Christ. What was he – water surrounding him. Entering
it. He reached out for her. Why not. What was her name? Why the fuck.
Out
of her skirt, out of everything, shadows curving. She was getting in
the water. She was warm. Wrapped his arms around her. She was warm. It
was cold. Pressing into her body. Into. Up, up.
The
water was shifting with them. Her shoulders broke the surface. He held
his head back from her. He didn’t want her to kiss him again.
