The bathroom at night. Quite dry.
There’s a girl curled up in the bathtub. Fast asleep. The bathtub cradles her like a foetus in the amniotic sac. Everything begins here, in this bathroom.
It is dark now. Through the tiny windows the stars are faint, turned down – but the bathroom is filled with soft light.
Asleep in the bathtub, the girl glows quietly, like a star.

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January 7, 2009 at 5:07 pm
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