Trigger #10
Title: Clean
Original
Author: charisstoma
Pairings: none
Rating: G
Disclaimer: none
Notes: Water and I have a love/hate relationship. Okay I have a water phobia and water is sneaky.
She looked at the tub with distaste. Maybe it was just since that night, for she remembered liking the feeling of surrounding warm water flushing her with its heat, chasing out the cold of body and spirit. There had been control of where the line of water was but then that was when the only water close to that was the murky green of lake water and bath water you could see what was below the surface. It was clean.
She remembered when she’d nearly drown tipping her head just so to create pockets of air to breath in, her first shower. Remembered to breath through her mouth so as not to draw the water into her lungs. Figured out that once you closed your eyes, you needed to keep them closed or the shampoo would invite itself in to sting. Of course then you couldn’t keep your eyes on where the water was but it was clean like rain and could be made as warm or cool as you wanted.
She saw the pool, crystal clear in her mind filled with the wonders of love between them. Everything visible but the focus was on the man she was with. How she loved that man. He was the rock that would anchor her life, fill her life with romance and children and companionship. That was before.
She looked at the tub with distaste, imagining being clean. No longer would She wallow in her troubles, having them float upon the top to slide their sickly embrace back onto her. She swung around gathering her things, the bits and pieces of her life that she wanted, or needed to take with her. Showers were cleaner. The water washed over and away taking with it the dead skin, and emotional dirt of life.
She left this life, took back control and discovered being clean. (311)
Original
Author: charisstoma
Pairings: none
Rating: G
Disclaimer: none
Notes: Water and I have a love/hate relationship. Okay I have a water phobia and water is sneaky.
She looked at the tub with distaste. Maybe it was just since that night, for she remembered liking the feeling of surrounding warm water flushing her with its heat, chasing out the cold of body and spirit. There had been control of where the line of water was but then that was when the only water close to that was the murky green of lake water and bath water you could see what was below the surface. It was clean.
She remembered when she’d nearly drown tipping her head just so to create pockets of air to breath in, her first shower. Remembered to breath through her mouth so as not to draw the water into her lungs. Figured out that once you closed your eyes, you needed to keep them closed or the shampoo would invite itself in to sting. Of course then you couldn’t keep your eyes on where the water was but it was clean like rain and could be made as warm or cool as you wanted.
She saw the pool, crystal clear in her mind filled with the wonders of love between them. Everything visible but the focus was on the man she was with. How she loved that man. He was the rock that would anchor her life, fill her life with romance and children and companionship. That was before.
She looked at the tub with distaste, imagining being clean. No longer would She wallow in her troubles, having them float upon the top to slide their sickly embrace back onto her. She swung around gathering her things, the bits and pieces of her life that she wanted, or needed to take with her. Showers were cleaner. The water washed over and away taking with it the dead skin, and emotional dirt of life.
She left this life, took back control and discovered being clean. (311)