The Shower

Shed your skin of cotton with dirt and grime complete. Feel the smooth brown marble floor that’s cold against your feet. Turn the metal handle, almost entirely to the left. Feel the frigid arctic water that takes away your breath. Be sure to touch it lightly until it’s warm enough for you. Then step under the silent rain and let it land on you. The water seems to coat your skin like a transparent liquid dress. Or a mother bird protecting eggs in the safety of her nest. Look now upon your fingers as the water trickles down. They seem to form clear fingernails that almost match the gown. You feel the warmth embrace you like a blanket in the cold, an always calling comfort that is here for young and old. You clean your naked body, wash the oils out of your hair. Make sure to get the soap off, rinse your head with lots of care. When all the soap is down the drain and you’re ready to depart, feel the water one more time and let it warm you heart. Then turn the handle to the right, take a minute just to breathe. You open up the curtain, but wish you never had to leave.


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