Ibiza Splash Crush

She burst out of my head like a bad pun made flesh. This mermaid in her absurd claw-foot tub. Water everywhere. I was maybe thirteen, suddenly aware of things I had zero business understanding. Her tits hid behind a curtain of that dumb yellow hair, like she was shy about the whole thing. Then her legs just gave up. One minute they existed, next minute she was a fish from the waist down. I woke up the other night with a sticky mess and her name on my tongue like some cursed lover I never actually learned how to pronounce. Watched the movie again last Tuesday, stone cold sober, couldn't stop laughing. Didn't matter. She still knew exactly where to find me in my sleep.