The mosquito sat on the edge of the pool looking at the forgotten hair elastic from the night before. I knew it had noticed me but, found the fuzzy brown circle infinitely more captivating. I felt safe in its lazy revelry.
The cool morning breeze washed over me as I floated by the edge. Eventually, I dived under and kept going, knowing we wouldn't meet again.
Stop. That's not entirely true. Something inside me couldn't let it live. One less mosquito made me calmer. I scooped up a handful of pool water and drowned it where it stood.
Watching it wash away completed me. It gave me a sense of accomplishment and nobility. Now the morning was working out as it should. Not giving it another thought, I dived under and swam.
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