Still in the bath it seems. I reach to the side of my head and turn the tap. It screeches in my ear and I jump with fright and yell out, hurting my throat. I haven’t spoken for two days. The cold water splutters out and I drink down what I can get into my mouth, Jonas you have a train to catch, the rest soaks my tee-shirt and darkens my jeans. The water hits my stomach like gasoline. I slither and slide in the tub as I try to get out. Tears sting my eyes.