The caged sea Part II

I told you that I wanted to drink milk in the morning. The correct way was to take it by mouth.

“Huh, stupid guy,” I chuckled, thinking of the vexed look on his face on my way downstairs. I glanced around for the younger brother; he was supposed to be around here. The splashing sound turned me to the man swimming in the water. His muscles danced along with the swimming strokes. I stopped at the door, folded my arms, and leaned against the doorframe. My eyes stayed on Dylan, who did not know that I had awakened from my dreams.

I grinned faintly when an idea suddenly popped into my head.

I walked to the pool and sat on the edge. My legs were hung down and gently kicked to catch his attention. Dylan, who was heading in a different direction, snapped his head like an annoyed shark. He turned around without the need to come up and breathe. He quickly swam to me as if I would disappear if he was slower.