was just like every other morning. Except in this one, I was floating in my backyard pool pretending to be dead. I thought of happy things: being saps together under the moonlit sky, reading Stephen Dunn and Miranda July. Then, bad things: a shark circling under me, waiting for the perfect timing to swallow me whole. The water’s embrace turned into a slow, tender pull and I could feel my body giving in. I was falling deeper and deeper into the green water, taking me to a place beyond the world in which I know you. Where your hands won’t reach and you won’t be able to save me. I’d be gone. And you won’t find me. As I plunged into the water, I realized: Maybe this is how some people drown. I opened my eyes. The sun was shining brightly that day, and I was glad to be alive.