The thought of actually losing your girlfriend to this bog is unbearable. You do love her with all your heart, and she was much more important to you than your own life. So in a moment of heroism you step onto the spongy moss and quickly make your way towards your girl. The surface carries you, though your actions cause noticable ripples on your path. Her shoulders are already gone and so the bog starts to devour the beautiful slender neck. Your eyes and mind are both on her and nothing else. You disregard words of caution coming from her. She had better not worry for your safety now but for her own. Nearly losing your balance you are forced to take some awkward steps to one side. Mere moments have passed since you started this rescue attempt and you have already closed more than half the distance, but you still want to get there faster. She can slide under any moment after all, and even if you do carelessly break the surface with one foot, you would quickly drag it out again and go on. It seems like a minor risk until it actually happens, at about eight feet from your beloved. "Amy, hold on! I'm coming." you say as you tug at the leg that is buried knee-deep in peat. After a few tries to pull it free, the other foot breaks through as well. You are not sinking, just stuck, so you might be able to just walk on if you try hard enough. Normally you would know better than that, but you do not think of your past sinking experiences at this moment. All you can think of is moving forward to rescue your girlfriend. Bubbles of swamp gas are brushing against your feet before they pop right underneath you and you drop down to your upper thighs. You lean forward and grab some moss to pull yourself free, but all that achieves is plucking some bits of the plantlife form the bog, while you are now constantly sinking deeper. Soon the peat is reaching your crotch and then for a second you are reminded of your nudity when your member becomes engulved in the bog. "Spread your weight!" your girlfriend shouts at you. You know she is right and lie down on the mostly mossy surface before you with your torso. When you looked at her now, you can easily tell you are not going to reach her from here, but you also noticed that she is still to her neck in the bog and has apparently stopped sinking, at least for now. This helps you calm down a little. All the thoughts racing through your mind have blocked out most of what she has said during your frantic run to reach her up to this point. Suddenly you realize that you could use the rope at this distance. Your usually useless and much too short rope, the one lying on stable ground by the bog's edge right now, you remember with a sigh. "Don't move, Amy! I'll get you." you say trying to mask your inconfidence. Your legs have sunken a little deeper and you are unwillingly pushing the moss down with your torso. "Be careful! Move slowly or you'll keep breaking through!" Amy advises you. You know that and would have done so anyway, slowly dragging yourself forward onto the mattress of moss. You are able to get a little closer to her, but the surface keeps breaking underneath your stomach. It feels like what you imagine would happen to someone who has broken in through ice, without the freezing cold of course. The peat reaches your waist. "It's not working. I just keep sinking through." you explain. "I think I may be able to do something, just try not move too much." is Amy's answer. This is not good. If she tries anything stupid and makes a wrong move now, she could go under instantly. Your worries for her renewed by that remark make you try harder to free yourself, and you block off any more advise of this sort coming from her. It does not take too long until you are down to your chest in this bog, but even at this depth you still seem to be in a better position to escape than Amy. She has moved a little, and the bog is almost at her chin. Also she is tilting her head back slightly, which makes you even more nervous. Not too different from what she has done before, you are now unwittingly destroying the moss carpet around you in futile attempts to use it for your extrication. Only in your desperation you are doing a much more thorough job and by the time you are shoulder deep, the surface in a two-feet radius all around your has turned into peat-black with only sparse little remnants of plantlife still floating on it. Amy still insists that you should calm down and stay still. She has barely moved in the last minute. There is no way she can do anything about your or even her predicament. Obviously she is just trying to buy time to think and maybe wait for someone to find and rescue the two of you. But you know that is futile and you have to try and act while you still can. Nothing works though and you just keep sinking. Down to your chin in the peat, you are barely able to see above the surrounding out-of-reach greenery. You have even lost sight of Amy. When you last saw her, her position had not changed noticably. "Tom, stay calm! I'll get us out. Just hold on a little longer." she calls out to you. You know that she is just trying to calm you. "I'm so sorry, honey. This is all my fault. I never should have suggested that we check out this swamp. Or at least I should have been more careful and better prepared." you start to explain, feeling guilty for her predicament. You let out everything, apologizing to her, telling her how much you love her. There is so much you want to tell her before it is too late. Your descent has slowed down enough for you to say all the important things you want to say until at last you take one deep breath before going under. Everything is black and silent now. It seems like an end befitting to you. You always wanted to go like this in the end, only later, much later when you are old and grey, not today. As your life flashes before your eyes, you think it has been much too short to come to an end already. But it cannot be helped, even the hand you are still holding up above the surface is slowly disappearing as you keep sliding deeper. In resignation to your fate you stay calm, and think of all the good things you have experienced. Your hand is now gone and so you are completely trapped underneath the bog's surface. The supply of oxygen in your lungs is running low. Then something unexpected happens. Something brushes against your hand, then grabs it. "Amy?" you think, as you feel the other hand tugging at yours. Without further hestitation you grab the other's wrist with your free hand and start to climb up the arm offered to you. You dare not pull too hard for that way you would risk dragging her in, but you cannot go too slowly either, or you will suffocate before you can reach the surface.
Your head reemerges and you breathe in deeply. One hand holding onto the savior's arm while the other is wiping peat from your face, till you can open your eyes. Your know for certain it is her even before you look, because you hear her voice: "Oh, Tom, you're alive. I thought I was too late. I'm so glad..." Then you see her lying naked on the carpet of moss right in front of you, covered in mud and peat everywhere except in her face. Of course you are more than glad to see her and to be alive, but somewhere in the back of your mind lurks the humiliation of being rescued by your girlfriend. "How did you...?" you start, but she interrupts you: "Later. I'll tell you all about it later. Let's get you out first." She is right. It is a little too early for this, you are still to your chin in a dangerous bog. So you resume your earlier attempts to leave the hole you have created in the moss carpet through your trashing. You place one hand on the soft moss while holding onto Amy with the other. Even with her help, the soft squishy moss crumbles underneath your hand, as soon as you start to pull yourself up onto it. You do so three times, before you admit: "This is not working, I'm too heavy, we need to try something else." There is a short pause before she suggests: "Climb onto me!" It does make some sense. She can distribute ypir weight onto a larger area, while you are freeing ypirself from the boghole, but you decline the offer: "No, if something goes wrong you'll sink down with me. We can't risk that. I can't risk that." You are still tempted by that offer however for reasons other than merely your rescue. Anyhow you have declined and are now trying to come up with a better idea. Sadly, you come up empty. "I'll tell you to stop at the first sign of trouble, I swear." she says. There is a pause but still no better idea. You finally concede. She agrees and you get yourself ready. You are in position, facing her left side and still holding her arm to keep yourself from sinking. Then you let go of her arm and instead placed your hands on her back and on her upper thigh. Slowly you pull yourself closer until your head is right by her side, then you push down on her to lift yourself up. You rest your head on your lower back, looking up her spine. Her skin is soft, flawless and covered in peat. Her blonde hair however has mostly remained clean. You like what you see, but you simply cannot allow yourself to take a break here and enjoy the view. So you lift yourself up again and slowly drag your chest onto her as well. Now you are facing the moss to her right side and se just how deep your combined weight is pushing her down into the squishy surface. You decide not to make any more stops, not even brief ones. More of your body glides over hers, you are now grabbing the moss carpet to drag yourself forward, instead of holding onto her. Only your legs are still in the bare peat. You are reminded of your erection when it meets her left hip and you have to shift sideways to get it past. Now you used only your hands to drag yourself forward, because if you used your feet, you might accidently push her in. Eventually you are clear of the boghole and in relative safety on the green carpet.
(wake up)