I push the arm of the tap all the way to the top and pull it to the right. The water needs to be warm, if not uncomfortably hot. The only way to provide an instant warmth to the skin of my hands. Like a flash cooling effect, but in reverse.
My Flesh is Flash heated.
It takes a while for the water to warm up. Not too long, and I could make the time shorter if I pulled the arm all the way to the right as well. That means higher pressure in the pipes. It’s too aggressive for me though. Better to wait a little longer.
I wait a little longer with one knee locked and the other far too loose. The pressure in my pipes increases as well. Standing with poor posture seems to aggravate the waiting time, engorging it.
My finger feels the first risings of the temperature.
Pressing down the silver button in the middle of the porcelain bowl, I start collecting the fast forming puddle. Importantly this puddle is heated – making it worth more than other, colder puddles. This puddle is in demand because of its residual, and fast dissipating, kinetic energy.
I submerge my hands. Sharp tingling follows. Dramatic changes in being are accompanied by a reluctance, reluctance to change, a resistance from moving up the slope and across the diffusion barrier inversely.
The flavour of the month is MintChocSwirl.
Looking up from my floating appendages, I am confronted with myself, equal and opposite, staring right into my eyes. This is not myself, this is a reflection. No one else alive can stare that directly into my eyes. Is my reflection alive? His hands do seem to be feeling the cold too.