Oh, when the creatures come

I have always been a devotee of water – more comfortable with my feet in it than not, more confidant with a bottle of it in my hand,  more serene when it is in my view.

One day I came to be afraid of it.  How this happened must have been gradual but it seemed to take place over night.  I remember arising from a deep sleep to refill my bedside glass and found the smell to be so over-powering I couldn’t drink it.  My morning showers grew shorter as the pelting water felt so painful and derogatory.  Pretty soon I was bird-bathing in the sink, then just scrubbing my skin with a dry washcloth.  I took my pills dry, boiled my pasta in rice milk.

The serenity I had progressively deteriorated.  When it rained I wore 6 plastic bags to strategically cover every bit of my body.

I feel betrayed by the onset of fear of something I used to cherish.  I am thinking seriously of moving to the desert.  I prefer to dry up in peace.

Author: cellophane10

Writer, Voice Actor and reliable narrator. I'm interested in making and looking at art that is amusing and provocative, that challenges me and transports me and my audience to other realms with new and beautiful ideas and visions. View all posts by cellophane10