You know the worst of being restless? How your mind decides to explore every little part of your brain that you desperately beg it to stay away from. To tell it to yield and never honey there again. That's what I was feeling now. My body lay still, and my mind was running a marathon. The room was and quiet save for the flow of the clock and the low pit pats of the rain. I knew that all I wanted was sleep. Not because I was tired, but because I was to tear away from those memories. I wanted to tear away from you.
"Is it possible to drown yourself in a shower?" I thought to myself as the steamy water raced down my body, leaving bright red welts across my skin. It fogged up my mirror and the walls as I breathe in the warm steam. Tears splashed down my cheeks but the water consumed them and dripped the away. I layed down on the wet, white floor of the tub. The foot high surroundings made me feel like I was in a cave. A cave no one dared to trespass I was utterly grateful. I begged for time to stop. To allow me the unspeakable pleasure of drowning. Laying undisturbed and dormant. But as my track record showed, I was never proven lucky.