prompt : photo of a grey swirling mass
Her nightgown swirled about her in the water like a grey apparition, the soft cotton rising above her waist exposing the pale, white marble of her thighs.
She lifted a hand and watched it float before her as if it were not connected to her at all.
The water rippled above her, kissed by the light of the moon. She felt herself floating within the cool darkness of the lake feeling peace wash over her. Her dark hair, loose, swirled around her face in slow motion. How quiet it was beneath the surface.
Then came a tremendous crash and the water pushed around her body violently. Suddenly arms were grabbing at her, strong and warm, making chaos of the darkness as they pulled her closer and closer to the surface.
He gasped for air as soon as they broke the surface and began pulling her with powerful strokes toward the shore.
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