Belize! Belize!

She whispered to me and softly said,
"I wish my head rested in Belize. Of fair and fortune and gayness and glee-a land of mediocroty. I have fallen so many times that i've got a serious, permanent concussion. Yet I dont mind so much the pain I feel in Belize."

All the while she holds my head steadily under the water and my head seems to bob up and down with an unconscious desire for more. She holds my neck firm and continues her odd ritual strokes underwater. All the while she speaks of a land she adores.

Bob, bob, bob...Watch me drown.

I hear her words sneak through crowded muffles above the water.

"Belize is a magical place", she says. "I believe I might take you there when we are finished here. There are some amazing places to swim in Belize. You'll see, I'll show you."