Splash.
I feel the air sink up from the cold cold water
Cold.
All feeling and knowing and cares vanish away for a minute second as a minute rush of adrenaline passes through my veins eliminating all feelings
And I don't even know it.
My only hope is to race for the ladder, my only hope, the one chance, and I have to get there, as my crowded mind parts as if I was the moses of my four foot pool, and I see my grey plastic sanctuary
I climb.
It all comes back
And the world
Spins Madly
On
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