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Sizzle by Sean Rogers [cc]

I have discovered that hot showers are like liquid hugs. I go under the water and into arms that hold me feeling glum, angry, tired, sad and I feel better when I emerge.

With no-one to hug me, or for that matter for me to hug, my shower has become my micro-escape: Hey, a month in Hawai'i with the one I love would be preferable but it'll have to do. I can go in, begin the particular order of washing myself and think about things whilst being calm and feeling comforted. At times I still feel a bit sad standing there soaping myself but that usually flows away down the drain; one of my favourite things in the whole wide world comes when I get out and dry off: To crawl naked and shower-clean under my duvet.

I love it- Feeling clean and warm and peaceful as I slide into my bed, the feeling of the fabric against my skin... i'm a sucker for textural pleasures... I curl up with Patrick and relax into my nest, feeling terribly content, at least for a little while, 'til my brain lands on the Usual Suspects that roam unrestrained about my head.

Sigh.

monky posted 207 words at 01:29 on 20/02/10 | (0)

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