I dreamt I was in Michigan again.
I was swimming from Lake Michigan towards Lake Portage along the channel. The sapphire blue water, glistening beautifully in the warm sunlight, felt pleasantly cold against my body. Midway through the channel, a wave of current rushed toward me, pushing me back toward Lake Michigan. I kept swimming on, but another wave pushed me back. Every attempt I made only pushed me out further into the middle of unfathomably vast body of water, until I lost my way back.
But dear Kate, I will not have Edna Pontellier's fate.
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