Not your fault the towel was laying there with such hatred. That the walls seemed to scream in a violent blue. The toilet ran on as an eye caught the stained porcelain. The water stained glass cut deeper as the tiles seemed to spin. A touch of reality as the water dripped from above. Unexplained love as the tub overflowed. Towels soaked with unwanted tears as fears drenched in an unruly stench floated above and reality disappeared.