Lonely

I swim; an undefined part of a pool. Suddenly the pool gets too full and I get pushed out. I feel lonely, tracking across a red surface. I go slowly over this warm, smooth place. After a few seconds I reach the end of my path and fall a very long way.

After I land I'm able to look up at the place I just left. I see a face. A sad, wet face far above me. I see the path I took across its cheek only to see an identical one on the other side.

I look to my right and see a tear just like me. When I look back at the face I see more tears following the paths that my counterpart and I made. They come faster and I realize that I'm a pioneer for my friends in the pool that I left.

I realize that their way will be easier and faster than mine. They must be lonely, just as I was. But they won't be lonely for long. And neither will I. I'm waiting here for them and then we can stay together as our journey continues.