I Could Be a Dream But Probably Not a Dream

 

I have the distinct memory of crying in a swimming pool.

I don’t know why I

 

was crying or why I

 

was in a pool. I just remember the

 

salt

of my tears and the

 

chlorine

in my eyes and the

 

weightlessness

of my body in the water.

 

 

 

Alexandra Wuest is an NYC and Boston based writer. Her home on the internet can be found at bagelcat.tumblr.com.