You feel it, and yet can’t seem to lay your fingers over it. The fingers just swim freely in the water. Forming little bubble as they explore the surroundings. The bubbles wander around, and soon they will disappear somewhere once they hit the surface. The surface that is consistently moving and yet separating the two worlds. She keeps moving, her body getting wet, or maybe dry. It is hard to tell. Even herself don’t know what this all means. She wants to make sense, but sense is getting out of her grasp, out of her reach, as if it is water.