The Darkness of Water

It was just another night. I readied myself for a shower. The hot water was going to feel good for today had been a long day. With my clothes on the floor, towel in reach, and my night wear set to put on, I started the shower. I needed it hotter than normal. I wanted the streams to massage my body. I knew that I would be there for awhile but as I said earlier, I needed it. I set the shower on and closed the curtain. I checked the mirror again, just to make sure it was me. I stepped in and let the water pour over my strained body. The water felt good. It felt like a drug that I had been waiting for all day. I turned to let the back of me soak in my heroin. I wasn’t sure how long I had been turning and rubbing but it didn’t feel long enough. I let my mind wander to somewhere far away from where I was. For awhile there was nothing. I was in a black nothingness and all I could feel was the warm liquid dripping off me. I kept my eyes closed but there was a glimmer of a sense that I was not alone. I wasn’t scared though maybe I should have been. In an instant I wanted it to come back. With my eyes closed I nearly gave up as I surrendered myself to the passionately warm water washing over me when there it was again. With a feel of excitement that it was back but a fear that it would go away my eyes remained covered. My body began searching for it. The presence began in a series of flashes that brought immense pleasure to my entire body. I wasn’t sure why but though the hot water covered me there was a coolness that surrounded me and I loved it. I could feel it behind me, then in front of me, and as if it were a silk ghost, it ran across my neck. I couldn’t escape it and no part of my being that wanted to. My eyes were still shut and though I never felt an actually force I was thrown to the shower wall while he, yes he, ran across every inch of my body. My breath quickened and my heart was pounding its way out of my chest. There was a sudden flash that was brighter than the sun but again I never opened my eyes. As suddenly as the sensation began, it was gone. I took a minute to catch my breath and slowly uncovered my eyes. It was only me. The water had lost its high. I turned the handle off and grabbed my towel. I had to sit and on to the floor I wobbled down. I could never be sure what was there but what I was sure of was that I was not alone. . . and I wanted more.