introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- five room house: part one flowing glowing glass - second of october, 2002 grab your things i'm going to take you home.~peter gabriel i think it might begin something like this. close, anyway. i think the time has finally come to put it down. its cool and the coffee tastes good on a night like this with a little bit of skim milk, some hershey's syrup, and a teaspoon of sugar. and the glowing red glass of my pipe was warm and friendly and just perfect for thinking clearly. yes, i think it might go something like this. ..."the days always began this way. sometimes, she woke just in time to hear the click of the stereo turning on in alarm fashion to wake her in time to get a shower before work. sometimes, like this morning, she would allow herself to be rushed into the day for a mere fifteen extra mintues of kind, warm sleep beside him. she rises up from their bed, groggily crawling over his long, motionless legs, careful not to stir him. she stretches and heads for the bathroom with the bridge mix-pastel green ceramic tiling on the wall. the morning sunlight shines through the bamboo and twine curtain delicatley and forcefully together, glistening through the glass of the pane. her fingers fumble for the switch on the top of the medium sized clock radio that rests precariously on the back of the white ceramic toilet tank. the noise of the clock's single speaker verberates off of the walls and she stretches and hopes she hasn't missed the hourly headlines from NPR. she slips from her white cotton tee shirt and panties, leaving them thrown into a small pile of soft fabric in the corner. she turns on the hot water first, then the cold, but only just a little. she turns the knob and a rush of water springs forth from the shower head, slamming and roaring into the clear plastic shower curtain and gushing down the drain. she reaches for the volume on the clock radio, turning the knob and raising the level to hear it over the shower. slipping into the steaminess, she breathes the morning in and washes her hair...her body. and then, she turns the water off. sometimes she sings. sometimes she listens to the news and shakes her head or ponders a bit while drying her hair. as the steam pours out of the open window and the cool october morning air slips in against her clean warm moist skin, she relishes the quiet. even the dog is asleep on the chair in the other room, sleepily slipping in and out of the nights rest, waiting to be roused and sent out into the dewy morning grass. it is during these moments that she truly loves the five room house. it is during these moments, before there is noise and motion, the house pulses with a happiness and comfort and safety around her. and sometimes, on mornings like these, she feels as though the house is a part of them now."... ***** ...bits of pieces of Five Room House to come in random installments... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .what came before. - .what happened next. a diamond at the bottom of the drain - 20 october 2017 |
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