"Write about swimming. Don’t be abstract. Write the real stuff. Be honest and detailed."
Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones

Miller slouched down, and tried to sleep in a cab headed towards Claire’s house on the north side of Chicago. The motion of the cab, erratically speeding on the highway, felt as if she was riding up the side of a mountain. With her eyes closed, she imagined ascending Colorado’s Continental Divide. When she opened her eyes, and saw the city of Chicago around her, she had a mild panic attack. She closed her eyes again and drifted off.
    Miller dreamt she was at the edge of a cliff, while a woman handed her a baby girl. Miller repeatedly said, “No, I can’t,” as she pushed the woman and baby away. The other unrecognizable people, standing on the edge of the cliff jumped in the water and yelled, "Miller jump!" Miller is deathly afraid of going underwater. The woman tossed the naked infant over the cliff. Miller jumped. As the cab came to a sudden stop, Miller woke up before she resurfaced from underwater. Miller would never know if she drowned or caught the baby.