Wet life

I wake up in the water. Not underwater but just there on the shore. Or on the rocks, by the lake. My body just washed ashore, but I wake up quietly. I try and catch my breath even though I don't need to. Actually, I can breathe underwater. I am wet and warm. I can hear the sound of the water flowing. I feel the waves on my back. I can stay here quietly, or I can get up and play with the dog who is barking. I am in Mads Bycroft's Waterlogue -Four to the Floor. Now that I am completely wet, I feel the water in my body. I feel it in my blood, flowing in my veins. I remember my mother's milk that fed me which transformed into the fluids of my body. I become conscious of the sweat on my skin and the saliva in my mouth. I can feel that I am awake and that my body is fluid. I used to dream in a dry world. It was a nightmare. My society was oppressive, the dry world categorized people using tools like gender, race, sexuality, and determined if our relationships were legal kin, friendship or subordination.