Droplets

There's something ethereal and wanton about water. The way it crashes and threatens to free itself of the cool porcelain. The way it moves as though it's alive; yet patiently slows to a platitude.

The girl submerges her feet and then her body into it. She slinks lowly into the water until only her chin is hanging delicately above the surface. 

She floats quietly, admiring her reflection in that of the fixtures. She moves slightly to rub her hands and then her arms and wrists in a sudden chill. She turns on the faucet and scalding water begins to gush out it. She leans back and closes her eyes, the roaring impulsive water beginning to sound out the pounding in her head and pumping in her veins. 

And how the water yellows; it's quite repulsive. It seems to come from the tap that way; she now lays in a treacherous pool of yellow grime and fear. 

The orange lighting flickers momentarily and for a minute, the girl considers darkness. How queer it would be, to be surrounded by darkness and water for eons. To feel the tug on her skin as it tries to free itself, but not actually being about to see her bastille. To look around and see void; to see her mind. The idea felt warm; everything was warm. The water and her darkness began to encompass her body in that of a blanket. She thought of living in darkness and a tomb of placid water. She reveled in it's silence and innocence. 

By now the light was turning the yellowing water orange. Her skin looked pallid and cadaverous compared to the obscene palette the water had taken on. It didn't really matter anymore though. Some color would do the world good.

As the water began to darken to ruby and rampage and break it's corral like a wild and unbroken horse, she began to draw into the water. Under her blanket of warmth and sunset array she fixed herself a home. Darkness began to creep back and she could feel the water pull her further and further down. The water began to spill over it's cliff and drip unto the floor. It greedily hungered for the carpet, consuming it in thick hues of garnet. But it was quiet. Oh so quiet. 

Once she was fully submerged, she was at peace. Darkness had come to stay and now everything was silent. The water had pulled her under and hadn't let go. It had placed it hooks upon her wrists and dragged her down deliriously and obediently to the bottom.  

The water freshly red flowed out the door and down the stairs. It did give the world some color. In the stains on the carpet and cheeks of the witnesses.