Barefoot I followed you across the shoreline.
My feet shy of sharp things,
I squinted in the darkness for warnings
before edging my toes closer to the water
not quite prepared for the bite
brought about by the sunset three hours before
when this had seemed like a good idea
and I’d taken little convincing.
While you waded in hip height
I lingered in the shallows
tide around my ankles,
cold fingers creeping up my calves
and a knot in my stomach
that wouldn’t let me go any deeper.
When I asked you to drive me home,
you didn’t ask why.
Daily Prompt: Dim