|She lay on her bed, curled up, dressed but resisting the day’s duties. She felt her chest rise and fall steadily and heard herself breathe not breath but words: I want to scream. Why not scream then, she wondered. She waited. Opened herself for the scream. Nothing. No scream. No energy. Nothing but heavy deep breathing. Perhaps the scream is too deep to escape.
Reluctantly she heaved herself up, tossed bathers, a towel and her laptop into a bag and walked through the late morning dawn. Long, slow strokes. Stretching her body through warm water. That will help. But help to dissolve the scream or seal it inside her?