I FOUND MYSELF RUNNING NAKED DOWN THE HALL OF THIS HOUSE WE’RE IN.
IT WAS QUITE LIBERATING ACTUALLY. SO MANY PEOPLE JUST TRUDGE TO THE BATHROOM IN THEIR WHITE ZOMBIE EXTRA LONG T-SHIRT, EYES GLAZED OVER LIKE THEY USUALLY ARE NO MATTER WHAT TIME, NIGHT OR DAY. THESE ARE THE SAME PEOPLE WHO, IRONICALLY ARE PROPELLED FURTHER AND FURTHER INTO THE HAZE WHICH RESIDES BETWEEN DREAM AND WAKING. RUNNING THROUGH THE HALL AND SMILING AT THE CURIOUS WEDGIE THE PASSING WIND WAS BULLYING ME WITH I KNEW THAT I WAS FULLY AWAKE, AND I APPRECIATED IT AS THUS.
I SKIDDED TO A HALT AT MY DESTINATION - THE BATHROOM. IT IS THE SOLE PURPOSE I GOT OUT OF BED IN THE FIRST PLACE; WHEN CLASPED IN THE CASMERE CLAMSHELL OF LIMBS AND AFFECTION, IT IS PERHAPS THE ONLY REASON ANYONE REALLY GETS UP OUT OF BED.
I ENTERED THE SMALL ROOM AND CLOSED THE DOOR BEHIND ME, MAKING SURE TO LOCK IT. I DON’T IMAGINE ANYONE WOULD BE AWAKE AT THAT HOUR, LET ALONE WEIRD ENOUGH TO OPEN A BATHROOM DOOR WHICH IS CLEARLY SIGNALED AS ‘IN USE’ BY THE THIN OUTCROP OF LIGHT AT THE BOTTOM OF THE OTHERWISE DARKENED DOOR. BUT THEN AGAIN, I WAS NAKED.
INSIDE I PROCEDED TO DOWNSIZE MY INVENTORY INTO THE RECEPTICLE. I STARED AT THE MERCHANDISE AS I DID SO; THE BIG SECRET, THE REASON FOR THIS WHOLE COMMOTION IN THE FIRST PLACE. I SEEMED HAPPY TO GET RID OF THE YELLOW GOLD, THIS PART OF ME THAT I DIDN’T WANT. THEN AGAIN, EVEN IF I DID WANT TO HANG ONTO THAT STUFF, THERE’S NO WAY I COULD STOP THE EXPULSION. IT WOULD BE LIKE TRYING TO HIRE THAT WORKER WHO ALWAYS LOOKS FUNNY RIGHT AFTER HE’S BEEN FIRED. STRANGE, TO NOT REALLY BE IN CONTROL OF HOW YOU ACT IN THE WORLD. ALL IN ALL URINATING IS QUITE AN ODD VENTURE AND NOT UNLIKE SEX; THERE IS A BUILDUP, AND THEN A PLEASUREFUL RELEASE, ALMOST A REVERSE CLIMAX IF YOU WILL. PERHAPS THIS IS WHY WOMEN GO TO THE BATHROOM SO MUCH?
I FLUSHED THE TOILET AND THE SILENT AS POSSIBLE VORTEX OF WATER ENDED MY THOUGHT PROCESS WITH ITS INITIATION AND I TURNED MY ATTENTION TO MY IMAGE ABOVE THE SINK. WATCHING MYSELF WASH… MYSELF IN THE MIRROR I FELT THE COLD WATER SEND A WHIPLASH THROUGHOUT MY SKIN WHICH RETURNED DREDGING UP GOOSEBUMPS. TURNING OFF THE FLOW, AND CEASING THIS SECOND NATURAL VORTEX IT DAWNED ON ME JUST HOW COLD I ACTUALLY WAS.