When she hit the side again, she closed her eyes and let herself sink. After the punishing
laps the sensation of weightlessness felt perfect. Just drifting, she thought, just as she was in
her personal life. And that was fine, that was good, really. She didn’t need form and function
and structure in every area of her life.
It was good to be free to do what she wanted when the workday was done, or like this,
before it began. No one to answer to but herself. She didn’t need everything set and settled.