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.