11. Gentle Cold

L:”You were with the little one.”

P:”Yes.”

L:”Did she assist you well?”

P:”You can say that.”

L:”…”

P:”You’re resting?”

L:”Yes.

I was in this place.”

P:”Which place?”

L:”Let me show you.”

We get in a cold room.

Fully tiled.

There are tiles on the walls & on the ceiling.

She removes her shoes.

I remove my boots.

L:”If you please.”

I walk through a basin in the floor.

It’s freezing.

She place her fingers on my wrist.

L:”Your feet need rest.”

I stay in the basin for a moment.

The water denumbs my ankles.

I don’t know if it’s a word.

They were numb.

P:”Now?”

L:”If your feet feel rested.”

P:”…”

We walk through a small corridor.

Still tiled.

Tiled everywhere.

The pattern’s simple.

All’s deep grey.

And the air’s light.

L:”The air is delectable.

Today as well.”

P:”It’s…

Yes.”

The room is wet.

Shining.

Not moist.

I’m not going to slip.

The tiles are cool.

And the bottom of my feet.

Feels great.

We get by a pool.

L:”…”

P:”…”

L:”Would you like to?”

P:”I…

Yes.”

She presses her fingers against my wrist.

L:”I will be in the corridor.”

P:”…”

There’s a small wall next to the pool.

I undress.

I plunge my feet in.

My legs.

My body follows.

This deep Atmosphere.

There’s so little light.

I want to sleep in this bath.

A tune plays.

Bells.

Voices.

Soft voices.

The water flows.

I sink.

At the bottom of the small pool.

In the deep atmosphere.

When a few light beam shines through the glass roof.

I sink.

No sound.

Except the flowing underwater.

And these voices.

Calm.

Cold.

Comfortable in such an unusual way.

The water flows away.

And with it, the pain.


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