Thursday

Do you remember that old lake we used to go to? I’m sure you do, we met there one summer, your parents rented a lake house down the road from my families.

You don’t remember do you?

No it’s ok, it was a while ago anyways.

Well I know you don’t remember but we went swimming one time late one summer night. The moon was hidden behind the grey clouds and we made our way towards the lake,
stepping softly to avoid making any sound that would interrupt the echoing silence.

They were already swimming when we got there. We heard their laughter as we got closer, short and muffled in the darkness. Henry was there and so was Francis and his girlfriend, but I can’t seem to remember her name. We stripped down to our bathing suits and made our way to the lake.

We both stood on the dock; I wrapped my toes around the edge and felt the rough grooves of the wood. I glanced at you. Your hair was covering your face but I could still see you smiling.

The clouds drifted away from the moon and we could now see the glimmer of the white moon light as it reflected off of the waves of the water. Henry, Francis, and his girlfriend were treading water a ways off of the dock. They stared up at us, smiling.

Jump! they yelled.

Is it cold? you asked.

Francis splashed water towards us and we jumped back.

Francis! you yelled, laughing.

I backed up a bit and began to run. I jumped, closed my eyes, and dove into the water. It was cold and I tried to drift as far as possible until I had to come up for air. I popped up just in time to see you jump in.

We swam until we were worn out and laid on the dock. I couldn’t tell if anyone was awake, and I closed my eyes and felt the soft summer night’s breeze and I could hear the soft rattle of the leaves in the trees all around us.

God how I wish these fantasy nights were real.