She had to take a dip. She had to get away from the scene. He had thrown up his hands and marched into the cabin’s bedroom. He wanted the conversation to end. He just wanted some sleep. No more arguing. She felt stuff still needed to be worked out, but she was happy to stay on the couch in the living room and let things cool down -- stay on the couch for a second or two.
She needed to be cleansed. She needed time away. Clear the mind with a nighttime escape.
He would be surprised to find her gone if he came out of the room all of a sudden looking for her.
Maybe he’d make his way to the shore, smile and greet her with her bathrobe.
Awww, feels good. Another dip tomorrow night?
