Anticipated Chill

There is always that split second before impact that he questioned his decision.

The sun had worn away at his skin, beat it until it was a pink and sore. The water looked to inviting, shimmering in the desert sun, lapping at the corners of the pool.

He wanted it, he needed it. The salvation from the heat.

Even though it was going to feel wonderful against his skin, he knew once he went under, it'd still he breath - so he decided going in backwards made the most sense. He didn't have to anticipate it.

But of course he did.

Even though he couldn't see it, he could sense it. And right there, before the water even touched him, it happened.

The anticipation hit him - sending a tingle through his body.

Bliss.