Delight

I rest there, as I did so many times before - feeling the last bits of tension leaving my body. My skin is hot and soft to point, where I loose feeling of where it ends and where begins the hot, ideal clear water that surrounds me - I float, letting my eyelids close and hide my eyes from shining, tickling light of lamps above. My ears sink into the water, and it envelops all the sounds - leaving me blind and deaf - and silent... 

I rest there, as I do so often - isolated from the world beyond the bath - beyond the domain of hot water, calmness and cleanness. I float, breathing in a slow, hypnotic rhytm, while water holds me, wraps around me - and then releases me again to the surface. Air is as warm as water at that point, and even on the surface I feel my each cell opening, letting it in and through - as if filling my lungs with it was not enough. But there is something else - there is the soap...

I rest there, as I so love to - with soap dissolving in the water, flowing through it and clinging to my skin - while some of it instead reaches the only point where the water is disturbed, where more water flows in - and there the magic happens. Water dances, jumping out of it's own surface, flying and the diving down again, like dolphins - catching bubbles of the air under it - and imprisoning them in the soapy bubbles, that then float through the bath to me - each shining with bright colors, ever so gently pushing me and bonding to my exposed, breathing skin - covering with soap even more...

I rest there, as, I feel, I should - feeling the gentle, but tight embrace of soap holding me while I'm above the water. I take the deep breaths now, savouring the scent of flowers in the air - even if I know that source is not a plant, it still sweet non the less... And more than that, it brings the feeling of cleanliness. I sence my body becoming free of all the dust, griefs and worries of common day - becoming light, becoming clear, becoming empty. Water holds me with ease now, the sounds are not muffled anymore - I can hear clear, as it becomes quiet and serene on water's surface. I cannot move a single muscle even if I wished to, I do not open my eyes anymore, I feel no weight from toes to head, as if nothing that could sink me have remained. I feel so clear, I hear it so.. ...so clean, I can hear the soap bubbles burst. 

I rest on surface of my bath, just as do bubbles that surround me - a little prisons of the clear air, colorfull and bright, soft and tight, all waiting for one same joyous moment - when their surface splits and they burst free - instantly dissolwing in the space around without single trace of their existance, with only me remembering them being while I float on the top of water... It holds me, it presses me - supports me on the surface, where I cannot escape from - despite my wish to burst free growing inside me, pushing on me from the inside, making me feel... Bonded. Tied. Squeezed by the wishes of mine and the world around me, being so small between the water and the air - resting on the bubbles, tickled by the light and so... Fragile...

I rest no more - I am held by water, soap and air, surrounded with bubbles and feel myself captive, while I so badly wish to escape. I know it, I feel it, I want it, I need it - inside me is a tresure - ideas, giggles and light, I desire to set them free, my whole being becomes nothing but wrap for them - holding them clean, untill they become clear enough to exist beyond me. I am serene and excited at same time, with my form steady and devoid of movement, while inside gather so much, that I barely can contain it all... That moment - I feel serenity disturbed. I feel how so many burst, that I left nearly last - I feel the pressure of air and hungry water that seeks to dissolve me complitely and all when strives for freedom inside me, I begin to sink - it wraps around me, holds me tighter than ever, it envelops my body, my face - I sink... 

...I ascend... My body is moving no more, my being all lost inside the swirling whyrpool of dreams that become more real than me, the soapy shell around is merely holds me - and soon it looses support of the water. I ascend on the surface - and understand how other bubbles hold me - bring me higher - despite water trying to claim me... I am too light, too airy, too much air and not enough water... My soap is drying, and becomes so... Fragile... I am light... I am air... I am dreams... ...bubbles burst, one by one... They tickle and push higher... And higher... Above the water - above the bath - above the world - into space that has no limits and where I soar for moment of ethernity - in my fragile soap prison - it is getting cold... I shiver.

...and then the last bubble pops.