I declare that there is absolutely no breeze in the whole state of Maine. My naked body is drenched in sweat and I lay here gasping for oxygen. I look over to Sam and see that he is peacefully asleep. How in the world could that be possible? I swear on my life that Sam Malone is not human sometimes.

I can't take it anymore and walk to the nearest window to open it. The sun was about to rise above the still black water and give the black summer night some color with promise of morning. The sun in it's early stages were a brilliant orange. Orange is the color of life and vitality; the daredevil's soul color according to new age research that I'm completely fascinated with. Yet the orange with the black was only reminding me of Halloween and it was frightening me.

I guess it's silly of me to make sense but since Diane Chambers is my being, I should assume that this is normal. It has been a crazy summer at the bar. The Red Sox have been playing good and the summer weather in Massachusettes has been nothing short of sweltering. Sam, Carla, Coach, myself, everybody have been working overtime for tourists and locals alike wanting cold ones. It was Sam's idea to come here. I was suprised to hear that he didn't want to go to Vermont. He thought Maine was farther away and would feel more like a vacation. Sounded like heaven to me until we got here. This place has a sad aura about it and I don't know why. It feels like I've been here before or something.

That was when I took notice of the sky again. The sunset was still in swing but the orange and black had disappeared. It was now pink, yellow and the water had turned into a pristine blue. I took a look around the deserted locale we were in and took advantage of the fact the cottage was low enough where I can stick my leg out and touch the sand. With a towel around me, I make my way out to our little private beach, onto the dock, and jump like a child in the water. The coolness of the water revitalized me and washed away my sadness. I was beginning to feel like a little girl again.

I started with a butterfly kick to get me started. That was my favorite way to swim as a child because it made me feel powerful. I could always do the breast stroke but that felt too mundane and graceful; I wanted to feel free when I swam. I begin to notice the green of the seaweed underneath the blanket of clear blue and the gray of little tiny fish under my feet. I feel good, pure and whole. I was in total peace of mind and one with my surroundings.

"Diane!"

Oh my, Sam has woken up! I thought he would sleep in a little longer. He could sleep all morning and often times have.

"Diane!" He exclaims again.

"I'm coming, darling," I scream as I swim vastly back to shore. He notices me begin to swim back and I notice the smile on his face. I'm close enough to him so he can see that I'm nude and his smile gets even wider. It makes me feel good to make him feel good. I can touch the sandy floor and I run and fly into my fella's arms. He picks me up and gently places his arm under my naked ass.

"I had a dream I couldn't find you and then I woke up to find you not in my bed with me," he confesses. I feel terrible.

"I'm sorry," I say kissing his cheek. I begin to feel better as he kisses my cheek back.

"Just don't scare me like that again," he says gently putting me back down.

"Hey," I say looking right in the eyes. "I'm not going to leave you. I love you."

"I love you, too," he says stripping down to nudity and makes a run for it.

"What are you doing?" I ask pleasantly shocked.

"Racing you! You're losing!"

"Sam Malone!" I yell as I run after him back into the water. That was how we were all morning. Just a couple of vulnerable souls, skinny dipping on a summer's day in Maine.