Disclaimer: I wrote this for someone specific, was going to g for something short… Figured I may as well share the fruits of my labor. I’ve not done this before, nor do I write much, so I would LOVE feedback. Yes I know the title sucks.
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The brisk cool air from the bathroom tickles your lower back as you drown the day away, face well under the refreshingly hot water, doled out in streams, each taking it’s own path down your body, rinsing the day away, like soil on a shovel under a hose, after a long day in the garden
The day dances through your mind, flashes of actions, and alternative realities dance through your mind, like showers of sparks at dusk,streaming through the air, colliding in chaos, simple and frantic. Voices from the past, favorite tunes, that podcast from earlier, all blast across the silent expanse of the white noise of the shower. You could hear a pin drop if you tried, but you will is to dream.
The floor creaks. Before you ask yourself it you heard that or not, your dreamer brain reminds you of something that the squeak was reminiscent of, May it was the car door earlier, should you have that looked at? you follow the rabbit trail, never aknowledging the noise.