Float

The fever kicked in and I could not sleep.

 

I walked out of the cottage in the middle of the night towards the empty pool, blinking like a moth in bright light.

 

For an hour, I watched the perfect disc of the child's inflatable glide silently towards the furthest corner.

 

Until I too, started to watch the man float gently, in his little bubble, trying to find a cure for his old blues.

Done