Without thinking, I jump in after him. As I fly, I finally manage to remember the talk we'd had when we were 5:
        "Do you want to be in the sun?" he'd asked
         "Yes."
        "A lot?"
       "Yes."
      "Would you like to fly in the sun?"
     "Yes."
    "A lot?"
   "Yes."
  "Then i will take you."
"You promise?"
"Yes."

   The water is warm; or maybe that is my clothes. He's floating away, farther and
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I try to catch him with my outstretched hand. I can't...he is too far. My clothes, they wiegh me down. He floats on. I must leave these clothes. I egin to shed the jackets, sunglasses, pants, until I felt light. Light as feather. The bubbles tickle my arms, the water is warm.