rewrite of the recent dream recounting from my other blog that tumblr UNFAIRLY crumpled up and tossed in the trash.
I'm at the pool at my grandma's house. everyone else is standing on the other side of the fence on the back patio, except for me and my uncle. I'm floating in the pool, arms folded on the edge so I can rest while he crouches in front of me on the deck. he's talking to me, and I can't understand what he's saying through my (dream-induced) brain fog-- but it must be humiliating, because soon enough I lower myself a bit further into the water to hide.
he's flirting with me. even though my mom, dad, and grandma are hardly 20ft away. they don't notice, but it's still embarrassing.
soon enough, my uncle gets in the pool with me to roughhouse. he lifts me up, fingers digging into my waist and tummy through my swimsuit, then lightly tosses me back into the water. I sputter as I try to regain my bearings, but it doesn't last long before my uncle is grabbing me again, carefully this time as he lifts me to check if I'm okay. he remembered I'm bad at holding my breath, I think, and my face flushes when we make eye contact. I feel everything get warm all of a sudden, but it can't be from the sun, because it's cloudy outside. ʷᵉᶦʳᵈˡʸ
after "playing" for a little longer, we both get out of the pool. he decides to grab my towel for me, moving to drape it around my shoulders while I mutter a timid thanks under my breath. then, all of a sudden, he leans down and fully wraps his arms around my body, tightly swathing me in the towel as one of his hands idly runs up and down my back. I tense, my head pressed against his chest close enough to hear his heartbeat. then, hardly louder than his own pulse, he murmurs against my ear;
"s'not creepy for me to hold ya for this long, right? not like when your old man does it...I'm just helpin' ya dry off, anyways..."
just as he says this, however, I lock eyes with my dad across the fence. and my heart drops as I watch his expression subtly harden. with frustration? disgust? jealousy? I can't decipher it, even if I wanted to. after all, it's hard to focus on anything besides the feeling of my uncle's hands running over my body, gentle yet firm, making me feel so small...I subconsciously leaned into his embrace, but I couldn't move or break eye contact with my dad until the dream was over.
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