A Streetcar Named Desire: A Short Story

I am tired from the cumbersome swim; however, there is a boundless burden lifted off my shoulders. I feel exhausted, yet relieved. I am engulfed with lassitude, yet unrestricted. I am naked, yet I feel powerful. I am free from my past, my inhibitions, my fears, and my responsibilities. I have never felt so invigorated after a swim. I feel powerful and full of zest. As the waves wash through my naked body, I feel a warm coolness that arouses an innate ache inside me. Is my body yearning for Robert or is it coiling in regret at missing the opportunity to drown in the sweet sensation of the irresistible attraction that I had felt when Adele had stroked my hand. I love Robert, yet I am prepared to explore my freedom and sexuality. I love Robert, yet my heart is unwilling to walk from one marriage into another. I love Robert, yet I need to love other people as well. I love Robert, yet I love myself more. My new life beckons me, and as I walk towards it, my uncertainties are being crushed under my feet. The soft sand of the shore dissolves my doubts and vulnerabilities.
I want to be my own mistress and pet any desire that arouses in me. I intend to immerse myself in my passion for painting and colors. Just as I want to create engrossing pictures that exhibit an amalgamation of the striking spectrum of colors, I also want to paint my life in diverse and
I am on a quest to search for love and freedom. It took me twenty-nine years of my life to find the unrequited reason for my despondency and solitude. The ocean opened up new horizons for my anxious soul, as I found the answers while floating on its bosom. The ocean is my true redeemer because it understood my plight. Just as its wavering waters cannot be constricted by boundaries, my independence cannot be succumb to any society norms. The world may think that I am dead, but I am finally