Day Seventeen

Today's prompt was to write about a family anecdote that has stuck with you over the years.

​Drift
 
My sister saved me
drowning in my grandfather’s
quiet indoor pool
in a soft haze of plastic.
 
My pink flamingo
inner tube slowly deflating,
she paddled out to lasso me
back to the edge.
The adults too deep
in conversation to notice.
 
I had been sinking, we insisted,
and no one even cared.
Ages later, we are still
the sole bearers of the story.
 
In dark dreams, I drift
in mermaid goggles
while I try desperately
to wake myself up.