Soapy water burbled from the tub, pooling to the floor. The bubbles enveloped her, hoarding her with no weight whatsoever. The water was intoxicatingly warm. She was always enamored by the contrast of temperature from her knees rounding up out of the water and the rest of her body sunken in the water. The purple-lit room coaxed her to sleep, weighing her down from underneath, as if a pendulum were hanging from her hips. Light, encroaching, lavender bed; gently, swaying, pendulum belt. Each swing a tick, every other swing a tock. The transition was so seamless she couldn’t tell where reality stopped and imagination began.



Inspired to write this. Nothing special.