subnatural

Cold Water

Repitition kills the senses. The same routines, the same experiences, day in, day out, and the nerves go dull. You become accustomed to the minor joys, the little annoyances. You rationalize the situation. After all, there are those far worse off. What right have you to complain just because you have no cause to cheer?

Then, at the most unexpected times, random bursts of cold water hit you across the face and chest from unseen pranksters. Shock, freezing, stimulation, embarassment, humility.

It is a difficult thing to be reminded of just how easily people you know can find someone to hold and hold back in return. They fall into the embrace of new lovers as easily as falling out of a chair: they need only to let go, and the rest is course.

I'm not expecting warmth. I'm just waiting to be dry again.