Century #27
Prompt: Reinvigorated
Words: 295
It didn't spray so much as slide; he couldn't feel it hitting his skin but felt it trickle down his body to the tile beneath his feet. Heard the quiet sort of wshhh noise from the nozzle, the tak-tak-tak of droplets pounding on the floor around him. He tasted it with every breath because it was sliding down his face and into his mouth, but he didn't bother to move. Eyes closed and world empty of everything but the slipping sensation and gentle dripping down, he breathed in deep through his nose and smiled.
It was like an experience, like something he felt and didn't participate in. The feeling crept up on him like water slipping down, and he heard echoes of her voice in his mind. He saw her even with his eyes closed and the water slipping just-so onto his tongue tasted like her breath. She was everywhere, raining, dripping down straight into his heart and lungs and he felt the tension in his back relaxing.
Casting everything else aside had been as easy as stripping off his clothes. And then before he really knew what was going on, he'd stepped right into the shower, and the idea of her hit him like the first cool drops. It slid down unchecked, integrated right in and made itself comfortable, and relaxed every inch of his body, swept it clean. All he could do in return was close his eyes and stand still, breathe and let it have it's way with him because there was no resisting a thing like this.
He smiled because it was the first time the world had felt this new. And when he opened his eyes water dripped from his lashes, coloring the way he saw the world.
Words: 295
It didn't spray so much as slide; he couldn't feel it hitting his skin but felt it trickle down his body to the tile beneath his feet. Heard the quiet sort of wshhh noise from the nozzle, the tak-tak-tak of droplets pounding on the floor around him. He tasted it with every breath because it was sliding down his face and into his mouth, but he didn't bother to move. Eyes closed and world empty of everything but the slipping sensation and gentle dripping down, he breathed in deep through his nose and smiled.
It was like an experience, like something he felt and didn't participate in. The feeling crept up on him like water slipping down, and he heard echoes of her voice in his mind. He saw her even with his eyes closed and the water slipping just-so onto his tongue tasted like her breath. She was everywhere, raining, dripping down straight into his heart and lungs and he felt the tension in his back relaxing.
Casting everything else aside had been as easy as stripping off his clothes. And then before he really knew what was going on, he'd stepped right into the shower, and the idea of her hit him like the first cool drops. It slid down unchecked, integrated right in and made itself comfortable, and relaxed every inch of his body, swept it clean. All he could do in return was close his eyes and stand still, breathe and let it have it's way with him because there was no resisting a thing like this.
He smiled because it was the first time the world had felt this new. And when he opened his eyes water dripped from his lashes, coloring the way he saw the world.