A trickle of water on a body in hibernation, sleeping through the simple but bearable drudgery of human existence. An existence with luxury and peace of mind, but without purpose. Empty.
The eyes open, but everything is out of focus. Does the water come from without, or from within. The viscosity isn't clear. Is it really water, or something else. Too bad you can't smell emotion.
As attention is focused, time seems to blur. Every drip is an eternity apart. Feelings surge through with intensity but the urge to act is subdued. To be scientific is to observe, not act.
The perspective shifts as I begin to see myself as more than just a body. Enlightened by equally parts water and myself. I sit up and look around. On the floor a puddle as formed.
In it I see a vague image of myself. Divided from the cruel sharpness of my analytical mind. Something not without flaw, but good. Something greater than the sum of it's parts. Something.
