once more she found herself staring at a single drop of water
rolling down the tile.
she was only faintly aware of the heat of the shower on her back
while she stood motionless.
the drop made its way across the seams and joined others
of its kind on the rim.
the porcelain tub was her pedestal for a few more minutes
and she was the queen of water.
the water stopped and she stood up as she pulled the curtain
open with one smooth motion.
she felt like it was violence against her subjects to remove them
with a towel hurriedly.
so she let them leave her body of evaporation and their own accord.
this took several minutes.
