Skinny Dipping on Coke

Date: 2/9/2018

I was house sitting in my mother's living room, except it was a giant pool room, with the fireplace and that wall being the only thing that made it her living room. I wasn't house sitting for her, either. I knew that the people I was house sitting for had cameras up, but that didn't stop me from scooping coke onto my nail and snorting it up my left nostril. Looking at the pool, I decided I wanted to go swimming. No- skinny dipping. I never have before- and what better place to do so than alone in a giant pool, under a glass ceiling at night, which glancing up at would relay both the stars and the reflection of my body in the water. Another sniff of coke, and my clothes were off and I dove into the water. The water was perfectly cool and inviting. I swam through it, turning and playing like I was meant to live in water. I didn't feel the energy or pride I'd expected to from the coke- but I felt radiant, strong, and womanly. Looking up at my reflection, I could see my muscles and perfect curves, along with my hair, dark and spread out in the water.