to be one with the river.
by Casey David Photography
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She begins to submerge her head. Once completely underwater, she exhales and her glub, glub, glub joins the now disjointed and distant pounding of Robert’s fist on the door and Daniel’s persistent and pitiful screaming. She opens her eyes under the water, staring up at the misshapen white bubbles on the top of the bath. Some of the lavender liquid dances on the top of the water; it has yet to turn into frothy bubbles.
Beneath them, she smiles despite the water filling her mouth. She longs to stay under forever, but she is not sure how long she can hold her breath. Maybe I can hold it forever, she thinks. I never want to leave.