It’s freezing. The feeling of cold echoes water splashing around… Well, not only feel but also hear water splashing around. Why do I hear water splashing around? It’s almost like that dream… movie? Though why would I dream about myself being carried to a shabby-looking bathtub…?

Why is everything dark! I hate the- My eyes open as soon as I panic. Oh, my eyes were closed… I look around the area. The smooth body of water that gently rustles across the deafening night in front of me had no one there. The old log wood house quietly creaks along with the waves. Still not a trace of anyone. Rustles of the grass dance in the moonlight like eighties people on disco shows with that poor frame rate and ugly outfits. The pink ones are cool.

Strange how I’ve never noticed that I could hear that. I always thought super hearing would be more how superman got it. A lot of screaming and running. Maybe shaking my head and losing the perception of time as I see things with x-ray visions… Do I have x-ray vision?

I look around, squinting my eyes. “Come on! Come on! Let me see the flesh of thy bone.” I look at the waves to see if there are any bones of fish living there. Nothing. How about in the house? There’s at least two people in there. Come on x-ray vision… My piercing gaze looks upon the house, hoping that there is the slightest chance of bones… Nothing.

“This sucks,” I cross my arms and pout. Some water splashes on me when I move them. “Oh yeah, I’m in water,” looking down at the water as it goes back to being still. The moonlight reflects on the still water, along with my reflection.

“Oh, weird.” I rub my face, pinching my cheeks as my face mesmerizes me. “Cheese!” I grab my cheeks to force a smile. I don’t like myself. It’s so weird, and I can see the flaws better. My hair… It’s just not one color! I like pink, but my hair is two colors instead of one. It’s just- ew! I look like one of those “I’m not like other girls” type of hair.

No! I shouldn’t be focusing on trivial things like this. Focus. I close my eyes; the wind blowing across my face. It doesn’t help that the water is cold, and a chilly wind is blowing across my face.

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Alright, focus. Focus! Focus! Focus! Focus! Maybe internally yelling at myself isn’t helping me focus. I take a deep breath in and out. In and out. “One, two, three, four, five, six. Ok.” I could hear the leaves rustle in the wind from afar. Owls hooting. Crickets chirping. I’m pretty sure it’s from someone telling a terrible joke. A quiet heartbeat that sounds close.

A thought intrudes on my concentration. “I’m naked in the woods, in water, inside a tub that looks like a bowl for a giant.” My eyes open and look back down at the water. I need to find something decent to wear.

Hastily, I move around the tub for a towel or anything to cover myself. The only thing I see is mommy lying right next to the tub… Did she really inflate herself like a water balloon? Am I sitting in puke? I need to get out of here…

I reach towards her. Something’s off. Her clothes look bigger than they would be. Doesn’t matter. Without a second thought, I reach for her shirt and tug it off. After struggling around for a few minutes. Getting her hands in both sleeves, her head in the sleeves, one is in the sleeve hold and another in the head with her head being in the sleeve on. Finally, I yank the short-sleeved shirt off her. Wait… what if that’s her only shirt? No, she’s got another one on… but why? Not important, I should focus on keeping it out of the water…

I looked down to see I had put the shirt down in the water without even thinking. “So close… I should’ve gotten out first. Sigh… It will have to do.” Without a moment to lose, I put on the soaking wet shirt and crawl out of the tub. My shirt pulls me down and makes a slop sound as it hits the ground.

“Owie!” I shout instinctively. It didn’t hurt strangely, but still, it could’ve. “You’ve got the touch!” I sing, standing back up. The water shirt, however, doesn’t agree. Its weight dragging me down like a wet shirt, maybe because it is a wet shirt. Look, if you’re wanting a better analogy, I can’t come up with one. It’s a wet shirt, nothing is worse than a wet shirt.

After walking forward for a substantial amount of time, I accidentally step on a piece of shirt and trip over it, hitting the ground with a slop. “Bum bum bum bum. You got the power!” I look behind me to see the results of my great voyage. “FUCK!” I sing in The Touch. My journey had only taken me five feet away from the depressed bathhouse.

“After all is said and done. You could never… I’m just going to chill.” The weight of my head and soaking clothes overpowers me, forcing me to the ground.