Mar 12, 2004

the end...

Warmth has embraced me. Regretfully, the flowing cascade must stop. Drip, drip, drip... Drip, drip... Drip... Door swings. Sharp reality meets pink flesh with shivers and goose-bumps. Clammy feet on tile floor, raccoon eyes stare back from mirror. Upside-down and back agan... turban-head. Robe. Armload of the way things were. A final breath of solitude. And the exit from this blissful enclosure is inevitable. My shower is over.