
I was sore from the gym again today so I decided to take a bath after taking a quick shower. When I looked down at the drain I saw that we had no way to plug the water with. Of course with my little mind began to work furiously, my wet glasses smashed unto my face in order to see, I realized it could most likely work by clogging the drain with my shampoo bottle. It seemed big enough at the time. So as I slowly began leaning back, feeling the warmth tenderly begin to massage my aching legs, I realized there was no gently sloping end where I could recline my head. It was at an awkward angle and I just couldn't figure out how I could fit and be comfortable at the same time. I began to lust after my Aunt and Uncle's bathtub. Their tub most definitely sends you to some heavenly orb. I had to drag my sorry bum out of it when I was staying in their lovely home (I was babysitting their children overnight) because I knew that it would be awkward if they came home and I had been sitting in the tub for that night and the following morning. How could I explain myself without being disowned from their family forever and never be able to baby sit my cousins until the end of time?
Anyways, while trying quite fruitlessly to get comfortable in my less than luxurious bathtub, I soon gave up and found a way to either prop my legs up and go under water with my top half or let my legs relax while keeping as much of the rest of my body submerged. When I turned the faucet off I laid myself onto my side which made the water ripple angrily and in turn sent my shampoo bottle scooting just far enough away from the drain to let the water begin to gurgle its way out.
I had every right to become perturbed or go on some quest to find a more adequate plug, but I decided that it was useless and found a way to enjoy myself.
By then I was very much relaxed, lying on my side, feeling the watery hands grip and touch me gently. As the water line slowly lowered I felt it pull my hair down into a halo around my head. With the water messaging my skin, slipping farther and farther away, I felt as if I were a mermaid. The hard unforgiving porcelain soon became soft white sand. I had taken my glasses off long ago so looking up to the ceiling it seemed to be a cloud filled sky (thanks to my legally blind eyes). I thought to myself " I could stay like this forever". It was as if I had lost the shell of stress that had encrusted around me, gathering its layers day by day. I had wiggled from my mortal skin into the flawless body of a mermaid. My mind was sent into the days when as a child I would pretend to be some sea living creature as I took my highly coveted baths.
When I was left with an empty tub and soon to be cold skin, I decided to slowly sit myself up and wring out my hair. Stepping out I realized that I was very much human, but looking into the mirror at my flushed face and hair plastered to my neck, I remained a mermaid. Smiling, I turned on my haunting Celtic music and lived in the dream, brushing my hair musingly.
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