It’s funny, really, how the beauty in that dream came across instead of the horror. Sunlight touched our skin and made it blister and burn, but we smiled and carried on all the while. We swam in a deep pool, clear all the way to the bottom, and the patterns of light which travelled over us left us in agony. But we were still smiling, always just floating there with those fixed grins on our faces. Red dulled to pink in the water, matched the matted weeds and stood out so gently against the pure white sand, the colour of skin left untouched, unblemished. I’m not sure what it was meant to signify, but I didn’t feel trapped. I felt free, turning in the water with patterns burning holes in to my skin.