i dreamed . . .

. . . Gwyneth Paltrow walked slowly toward the end of a diving board, unaware that a half-clothed long-haired blond man was walking right behind her, so close he could reach out and touch her shoulder. She dove into the pool, and by the time she surfaced, the stranger had rotated the diving board sideways, allowing him to dive into the pool without making a splash. When she saw the sideways diving board, she knew something was wrong, and her instinct was to be as still as possible, moving her legs only enough to tread water and stay afloat. She had no way of knowing that at that very moment a blond savage, her dark shadow perhaps, was swimming silently underwater toward her, dazzled by the flesh of her legs.