So, I get the extra credit and a close-up view of the ocean bottom.
How can I describe the bottom? It’s green. Everything is green or gray, except some of the fish. And the trash. Sunlight flashes through the water, refracting off suspended particles and sparkling down on us like dust motes dancing in a partially lit, shadow-filled room. Like that, but wet.
And it’s full of fish. Don’t chase the fish. Don’t touch the fish, either. But sometimes they’ll come up and nibble on my fingers, the bare parts of my legs, and my cheeks. Feels like the most fabulously delicate kisses.
I hang out at the dive office so much, looking for a dive partner, that Dreads starts going out with me most weekends. He’s not my boyfriend, don’t even think it. He and Sedna, the girl I thought was a beach bunny bu
