Naked, slicked-back and sliding into the bathtub, the hot water shocks her system like the day she had spent outside the hospital. Sloping her body, the steam rolls around her; a shroud. She is not drowned, she is a mermaid when her hair curls under the water. Closing her eyes, she lets the water soak into her and pull the memory from her skin, but it doesn’t lift easily.
Wrapping her fingers in her seaweed hair, she feels anchored to herself. She finds this comforting, and pulls tighter.
As she does this, his hands; calloused and sun-kissed, like his father’s, emerge through the steam and they cling to hers. It’s a trick of the light filtering through steam, she blinks and the hands dissolve into the muggy bathroom air. As soon as they vanish, she longs for their return.
She had tried to comfort him, but her words tumbled from her lips and onto the hard waiting room floor. The waiting room, where there was nothing to wait for; it had already happened.
“Perhaps stroking his hair would have been more reassuring”, the sound of her voice surprised her. She laughed at her own strangeness, finding haven in it. Knowing she was different made her feel stronger.
The bathtub is too small for her now, she can only submerge her torso when her knees are bent upwards and drawn in on themselves. She remembers the splashing giggles of Sunday baths with her brother when soap bars were battle ships and flannels were sails. Then, with bubble beards fizzling on their chins, they would pluck adventures from thin air. They were pirates against Vikings, making costumes from sponges and anything from anything; only snapping back to reality when their father pulled them from their underwater world, dripping and laughing as if, at that moment, they were the only things that existed. She often felt like that growing up. Everyone else was made from smoke and mirrors.
When she ran her bath today, she’d hoped the water would return her to her adventures. Of journeys across the seven seas, her brother her only crew member.
“This is a bit like a journey too,” the hopeful words echo in her head, but do not convince her. This wasn’t a journey she wanted to take. Today, she didn’t look forward to bathtime.
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