The Nigeria waterfall splashed harshly on her skin. Seconds ticked by.
The room...the intimacy...
(the lingering of the song at the back of her head) *If you could see, what i see, that you're the answer to my prayers And if you could feel, the tenderness I feel You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...*
The water was still running, hitting hard on her tender skin. She was stripped down to her nakedness. Her truest self within the four walls of this cubicle.
Was it the foam that blurred her eyes? Sweet-smelling, attractive, sensual, yet it could have pricked her eyes.
"Hai!"
It was her mouth, but she was astonished by her own sigh amidst the splashing of water. She thought it unnecessary. It should be like the soap. It created troubles, but once cleansed by water, nothing remains. The sight is now clear.
But what if the water stopped flowing? How will she be able to cleanse herself? Or is this just a repetitive cycle? Water, foam, water. The more you scrub your skin with foam, the more the amount of foam. The more you scrub your skin with attractive but dangerous deals, the more the troubles and problems.
She stepped out of the cubicle in her clean clothes. She left the toilet with her eyes still sore. Damn those new contact lenses. And all is kept within the four walls of that puny cubicle.
"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages." -As You Like It by William Shakespeare
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