Each leaf rocked with the wind, each twig swayed. The temperature rose, and the breeze stirred. A small bubble popped on the surface of the water, and a quarter – sized fish bound for another underwater crevice.

Leila looked up to see the sky lit in the distance, though nearby it was hopelessly dark. She looked back down again; she didn’t want to think about where she was, or where she should go. She pinched her index finger and her thumb together, rubbing them back and forth. The salty residue was still on her finger tips, and their dryness made her itch. Leila crouched down, and dipped her hands in the crisp creek. She pulled of her shoes, peeled away all of the clothing on her body. She pulled out her braid and gently laid the hairband on top of her neatly folded pile of clothing.

The water was warm, but every once in a while there was a cool spot. Leila dipped her head under, and opened her eyes. The water was crystal clear, and her golden hair was being combed by the current.