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.