Hanna
The figure was in the distance. A woman. Her long, red-blonde hair was floating around her head like a halo as she drifted limply in the water.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
I moved towards her, looking up to see the surface of the water high above my head.
This wasn’t right. I was far away from where I usually dreamed. The water was warm, the sun casting a sparkling glow across the surface as I moved through the stillness towards the woman, reaching out to grasp her by the arm.
I could feel life within her still, though the pulse beneath my fingers was slow and irregular. A rope was tied around her waist, the end of it floating several feet above her head.
Holding her by the arm I kicked my feet, moving towards the surface of the water. She was weightless, her hair falling o
