I saw you in the lane next to me.

You were doing free-style.

Then you switched it around to a little bit of backstroke.

I couldn’t see underneath your swimming cap but it appeared that you had dark coloured hair; maybe it was blonde for all I know.

I had goggles on.

They were getting foggy.

I much prefer swimming to jogging.

I tried my very best to impress you, held my breath longer than I normally do.

I was getting dizzy.

My hair was wet n frizzy.

Felt my muscles burn, I took a tumble-turn for the worse (it’s a curse my lack of athleticism).

Sunk like a stone.

Like a first owners home loan.

When I came to, you and your towel were gone.