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In The Moonlight:
In The Bathtub Again
Gizzel
The water was perfect, I thought, maybe a little too perfect… It was putting me to sleep.
I rested my head against the rim of the tub and drifted. It really was relaxing me. I tried to follow that thought, but found that I couldn’t. My eyelids felt heavy. Too heavy. Heavier than normal… Weighted. It took so much effort to open them.
I tried to focus my thoughts, but every time I opened my eyes the bathroom swam in and out of focus and I had to shut them once more. As I tried to make sense of it a face swam into view, it panicked me, but even so there was no physical reaction from me at all. Even the panic I felt seemed removed. Aloof. Panic felt by a disinterested party. Like it was a reaction that belonged to someone else instead of my own.
“Hey,” he said. A young guy. Unshaven. Wild hair. I could smell the street on him.
His teeth were yellowed and chipped. Looked to be blackening in places I saw. His tongue continuously licked at his cracked lips. I couldn’t speak. Wouldn’t have known what to say if I had been able to, and I was having a very hard time keeping my eyes open. The lights were too bright.
“Hey,” he said again. “I didn’t know you would be naked… In a bath tub… He didn’t say that… I’m sorry…. I really am sorry.” His hand swam into view as I watched. Normal except a black lump seemed to be fused to it. A black lump with a blacker hole in the end of it. Fire spat from the blacker hole. The lights went out…
I rested my head against the rim of the tub and drifted. It really was relaxing me. I tried to follow that thought, but found that I couldn’t. My eyelids felt heavy. Too heavy. Heavier than normal… Weighted. It took so much effort to open them.
I tried to focus my thoughts, but every time I opened my eyes the bathroom swam in and out of focus and I had to shut them once more. As I tried to make sense of it a face swam into view, it panicked me, but even so there was no physical reaction from me at all. Even the panic I felt seemed removed. Aloof. Panic felt by a disinterested party. Like it was a reaction that belonged to someone else instead of my own.
“Hey,” he said. A young guy. Unshaven. Wild hair. I could smell the street on him.
His teeth were yellowed and chipped. Looked to be blackening in places I saw. His tongue continuously licked at his cracked lips. I couldn’t speak. Wouldn’t have known what to say if I had been able to, and I was having a very hard time keeping my eyes open. The lights were too bright.
“Hey,” he said again. “I didn’t know you would be naked… In a bath tub… He didn’t say that… I’m sorry…. I really am sorry.” His hand swam into view as I watched. Normal except a black lump seemed to be fused to it. A black lump with a blacker hole in the end of it. Fire spat from the blacker hole. The lights went out…
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