I sighed. None of this mattered. Fletcher let the natural urge to sleep overtake him. Nothing wrong with that. We had our coping devices. This world is benign. As indeed it seemed to be. So far.
I scrambled up from the deck and stood on the rocking boat. Fletcher, still asleep, shifted and muttered. I didn’t care if I woke him. I looked down at the water all around me. I stepped to one side, took a deep breath, and dove in.
There are times when it seems particularly right to do something that makes no sense. This was one of those times. I pushed against the water, going down toward the bottom.
Those fish swam around me, bumping into me. The water covered my eyes, but I kept them open, just like my ancestors must have done years and years ago. I was mostly water, isn’t that what we all l
