The Bath :: Creative Writing Essays

The Bath k non woke up, shivered, upchuck on his dress over his sweats, got back got backunder the covers and went to sleep. Two hours later, the alarm by the TV woke upa still chilly knot Black.Johnny turned on the exhibitioner and used the plug from the kitchen sink to engorge thebathtub up. He got in, turned the water up till it was a little more than warm,then lay down under the tropic, quid stream from the shower head. The wateral bearings seemed to cool off by the time it hit the tub -- possibly because of thecool air in the room. Well, soon the room would warm up as it filled with thehot water vapor pouring out of the glass shower.Johnny put his hands under his head and lay back all the way so the water filledhis ears. Now he heard the shower hitting the water in the tub from underwater.E verything seemed a lot quieter now. Johnny felt up tired and dizzy and glad to bemotionless, resting, quiet. Everything felt perfect. The water landing was stilla little warm, but the water change the tub was the perfect temperature. Johnnycouldnt think how he could be happier -- maybe if he didnt have to go to workin an hour, but even out now that seemed a long way off.Johnny close his eyeball and rested peacefully, slipping in and out of a half ideate of floating through warm liquid clouds.Suddenly, Johnny felt very cold. Something was wrong. He was no longer tired,but he couldnt tell why. As he opened his eyes, he became aware of the factthat the temperature around him was ofttimes cooler than it had been a moment ago --not cold, but not the perfect, dreamy bath he had gotten used to. As soon as hestarted to look around, his mind absorbed exactly what was wrong. It had beenhours since he had closed his eyes. The bathtub had overflowed a long time agoand the bathroom narration was flooded The carpets were soggy, and the room had astuffy smell to it.Somehow, Johnny felt in no hurry to do anything. It was clear that this had goneon so long that a few mo re minutes wouldnt pain anything. John gazed up at thebathroom window, a skylight he had built himself years ago.There it stood, milesabove his head. Johnny suspected it was about noon. He could feel how prunedhis hands were, with wrinkles all over. He could hear scratching on the