ABSTRACT
There was nothing at all significant that caused me to tell of this, except for a sudden lapse in perception. How steam holds long enough to play against any conjured change in temperature, how a reaction can be so visibly shaken out of something as mundane as a shower in the middle of an ordinary evening. Perhaps it was an inadequate amount of ventilation. Whatever the case, I had never found myself before a room so vividly filled with vagueness, instilling an inertia normally reserved for a slipping off a very steep cliff. It had nothing to do with contemplation. I simply turned off the water, parted the curtains, and found myself not being able to find my towel. So unlike me. No not nude. Naked. In a fog. It could have been a smoke-filled room and my last moment. I could have died. But instead, I am alone and worried about it.
