She took her lips off mine and pressed me down beneath the surface of the water. I opened my eyes and could still see her muddled figure. Even her washed form was beautiful, still conveyed to me my memories of her. I laid there, holding my breath, peaceful as long as I was still seeing her above the water. I thought she would soon let me up to kiss her again, but she held me pressed there, and I smiled then, been happy to die by her hands looking at her face. I didn’t resist, and opened my mouth to let the water in—then I woke.