Two guys. one short and dark, the other tall and blonde. we were in a dimly lit room, awkwardly laughing about some drunken night long ago. I apologized for not remembering what had happened that night, and from a moment of silence I deduced that I had in fact slept with both of them.
I looked down at my small potbelly. I was pregnant. I asked them if I should get a paternity test. I asked them, if I found out who was the father, would they want to know? After some muttering back and forth they agreed that it was okay, they didn’t need to know. I remember thinking that one would be a better father, while the other one I had stronger feelings for. There were nervous jokes and I said something along the lines of how they should just hang around like cool uncles or something.
Then, to relieve stress I suppose, we decided to go swimming. We went outside and looked down at a small valley submerged in water. The water was clear and warm, and there were underwater steps. Trees marched down the banks and into the water. I swam for a long time, and I didn’t need much air. I could see the grass and flowers clearly, swaying in the currents. There was a large submerged house, much like the one I live in now. There were many rooms, and I swam through them freely. I would see the two guys swimming in and out of my periphery, but I gave no thought to them. I swam through the kitchen and there was an old woman cooking. It didn’t seem like she noticed me.
Then I woke up.