I don't own any of the X Men. But I take better care of them than Marvel does.
Not sure why I came out here. To be alone, I guess. Everyone is always shouting or messing around at the mansion and – don't get me wrong, normally I love joining in all that – today I just wanted some peace and quiet. So I flew out here to the lake.
It's hot out here, away from the shade. Not as hot as Mississippi, of course, but the summer heat is enough to slightly warm the surface of the lake. It's so tempting…
Sitting down by the lakeside and taking off my sandals, I dip my feet into the water. Perfect. Not too cold, but not too warm. I gently splash my feet around, finding contentment in the calming noise and the soft, cool feel of the water.
If I lie back, I can look at the clouds too, all white and fluffy, without a care in the world. For a moment, I can pretend the same.
In this quiet moment I am free, I am happy.
This is the second part of a series of short first person narratives of various X Men. As mentioned before, by all means feel free to suggest an X Man for me to write for.