She kept having dreams of being underwater. Not, like,...

She kept having dreams of being underwater. Not, like, underwater in the ocean, or the swimming pool. No, this was not like underwater in her grandmothers living room, and she’d forgotten to take off her tutu from the ballet recital she’d been to beforehand.

“Why do you think I dream that?”

Zoe scooped another fry through the tomato sauce, looked up, and shrugged unhelpfully.