Ode tap water

She stumbles out of bed. Sheets tangled, hair ruffled, eyes pinched shut as she steps out into the bright light of morning. Or noon. Either way it’s too bright, she thinks as she makes her way through the living room. The floorboards creek. Her beloved floorboards. It’s crazy the way someone had covered them up with that god awful carpet. Why anyone would do something like that is way beyond her understanding. It felt like Christmas, peeling the dirty beige back to discover these beautiful, dignified and unique pieces of old and majestic trees. The creaking is like music to her ears, the feeling under her bare feet divine. She smiles.

The door into the kitchen swings open a little bit too fast, and it slams into the wall, making her wince. Too damn loud. She checks, and the mark in the wall has grown. She needs to do something about that. She also needs to eat something. But before any of that can happen she needs water. Her fingers grasp the shiny handle and she open the cupboard. Inside glistening glass. Shiny shiny. It’s all so shiny. Hello there, she says as she reaches for her favourite, the thin, tall and simple one. Come to mama.  It’s cool in her hand. Smooth. She turns to the tap. It’s old-fashioned. Brassy colour, slightly clunky. It squeaks slightly as she turns the cold water tap on. Through the pipes it rushes, and then it splutters out. She puts her finger under the stream and waits. Not yet. Not yet. Come on. Now! It’s finally cold enough and she fills the glass to the brim. It goes from cool to chilly. She shivers.

The first sip. Oh, it’s like coming back to life. It chills her teeth and flows down her throat. Behind her closed eyelids she sees waves and foam and herself diving in. Feeling the water splash against her face as she cuts through the surface. The varying degrees of cool and then the mud between her toes. She gulps down the last drops and then fills her glass again.

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2 thoughts on “Ode tap water

  1. “It felt like Christmas, peeling the dirty beige back to discover these beautiful, dignified and unique pieces of old and majestic trees.”

    I love that line!

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