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Thursday, November 15 { 1:47 PM }

She dreamed she was an inmate on a prison island. It was completely surrounded by a swamp, everything shades of gray and murky green. Nothing for miles but dead water, a labyrinth of roots. It was hopeless, no possible way out. But among the prisoners, it was said that there was a place you could swim out, a hole down the very bottom of the swamp, that let you swim through and come out somewhere else, somewhere clean and beautiful, with transparent water and brillant sky. Although it was just a prison rumor, she came across the spot she was almost sure was the place. She dove into the murk. Down, down, into the ooze, away from the sun, away from the light, and there it was, she saw it, the mouth of a cave. But just as she was getting there, she found she didn't have enough breath, she couldn't make it all the way. She turned back and tried to swim to the surface, but she couldn't reach that either, she'd miscalculated the whole thing, she was drowning.
She fought her way into wakefulness, still smelling the swamp, the dead water clinging to her. Her lungs ached, she wanted water but didn't want to move. She rolled over, sank into the pillow and it all came back to her. The black pool, the moment of surrender.