Simplicity
Jun. 5th, 2005 09:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slowlyunfoldingshe sits, dreaming, in the bath. the building is quiet, unusual for a weekday, but most people are either still coming home from work, or making supper. it's the quiet of a sunday afternoon, when everyone is out or asleep. a time for herself to relax, leaning back against the cold enamel of the tub, she closes her eyes.
thinking about imagery and motifs in different movies, books, songs, and wonders if there is any difference, really, in the form of the medium. or if it's just all about receiving the information, and playing around with it.
her knee has been aching for a day or so, and putting her hand on it to rub it, she noticed it was a bit swollen. 'great,' she thought, 'arthritis.' remembering back to the day she injured it, wondering how exactly it happened, and settling on the idea that it was meant to happen.
the cd was almost finished playing. the candle she had placed on the side of the tub had almost burned down. she decided it was time to get out of the tub, and stood up, the water trying to resist her movement, yet not deep enough for any real challenge. wishing she had a deep english style tub, she steps out of the tub, and wrapping a towel around herself, she walks over to the counter, and rubs the mirror with her hand. her face, pale and wet, stares back at her, a slight flush on her cheeks starts to spread from the humidity and heat in the enclosed space. shaking her hair out a bit, she runs a comb through it quickly, and turns and walks to her bedroom.
the rush of cool air makes her skin goosebump, and she shivers. rooting through the laundry basket of clean clothes, she finds her stretched out navy sweatshirt, and a pair of loose yoga pants. pulling them on quickly, she takes the towel and wraps her hair in it to stop the water dripping down her neck. walking down the hallway, she puts the kettle on, and sits down to wait for the water to boil. as soon as the water is ready, she reaches for her favourite mug, blue, and makes herself a tea.
settling herself down on the chair in the corner, she picks up the book she's been trying to finish for a month, and starts to get into it. her tea fragrances the room, a small wisp of steam rising from it.
she looks around, once, and then returns to her book.
thinking about imagery and motifs in different movies, books, songs, and wonders if there is any difference, really, in the form of the medium. or if it's just all about receiving the information, and playing around with it.
her knee has been aching for a day or so, and putting her hand on it to rub it, she noticed it was a bit swollen. 'great,' she thought, 'arthritis.' remembering back to the day she injured it, wondering how exactly it happened, and settling on the idea that it was meant to happen.
the cd was almost finished playing. the candle she had placed on the side of the tub had almost burned down. she decided it was time to get out of the tub, and stood up, the water trying to resist her movement, yet not deep enough for any real challenge. wishing she had a deep english style tub, she steps out of the tub, and wrapping a towel around herself, she walks over to the counter, and rubs the mirror with her hand. her face, pale and wet, stares back at her, a slight flush on her cheeks starts to spread from the humidity and heat in the enclosed space. shaking her hair out a bit, she runs a comb through it quickly, and turns and walks to her bedroom.
the rush of cool air makes her skin goosebump, and she shivers. rooting through the laundry basket of clean clothes, she finds her stretched out navy sweatshirt, and a pair of loose yoga pants. pulling them on quickly, she takes the towel and wraps her hair in it to stop the water dripping down her neck. walking down the hallway, she puts the kettle on, and sits down to wait for the water to boil. as soon as the water is ready, she reaches for her favourite mug, blue, and makes herself a tea.
settling herself down on the chair in the corner, she picks up the book she's been trying to finish for a month, and starts to get into it. her tea fragrances the room, a small wisp of steam rising from it.
she looks around, once, and then returns to her book.