The water helps me think. Helps me gather my thoughts. I begin to sing. My voice sounds beautiful. It sounds more like light than darkness.
Light is a beautiful thing.
Water is a beautiful thing. I step out and feel clean like the bathroom. I think about wiping away the drops of water but they make me feel cleaner. I walk downstairs, still wet, and trace the steps I'd followed early in the morning. The white bread seems appetizing, and I have a slice.