Waking up to a lazy, sunny morning. I stretched with a brief moment of horror that I was tragically late for work. However, I was safely not. I was on holiday. I could hear my spritely nieces and nephews gallivanting downstairs like excited cats playing with a ball of soft yarn. I pulled on some loose, comfortable shorts and a suitable vest and made my way down the rabbit hole. My sisters were chatting away, their agile mouths reminded me of suckermouth catfishes. This was too much cacophony for my supposedly relaxing getaway. So I ran away with a tender towel with the high hopes of utilising the square pool of glistening and inviting water. I dived haphazardly as the water embraced me accepting my desires to escape. Unfortunately, the kids took this decisive action as permission for them to jump in after me. My head submerged down deeper in a reactive retreat.