Haunt me in my sleep
Timber!
You laugh in triumph as the girl falls, joining you under the surface of the waves and, remarkably, not clambering back up. Your arms carry you backwards, giving her time and space to find her bearings as you bob above the water, your expression bright with a rarely seen, boyish grin. There's no point in denying your relief at her resurfacing - this is all for fun, after all - and you step on the bottom, coming near to make sure she's steady before acting out again.
An unnecessary action, as it turns out, and one that gives her the freedom to make a sneak attack of her own. Slow as her legs may be in the water, your stance isn't the steadiest (though steadier than most), and the girl's heel collides with your shin in what would be a comical slow motion crash, if only it were visible beyond the salt and foam.
"Aye, well landed," you exclaim, bouncing away, your body feeling weightless in the water. "But careful - if yer shallow 'nuf t'stand, y'don' wanna' give up that footing. Otherwise..." And, suddenly springing upwards like a goddamn ballerina, you attempt to land your hands on her shoulders and push her backwards off her feet.
Sinking in my sea
