Dreams and Reveries

Water runs over my shoulders and down my back, warming and soothing me. My fingers reach deep into sudsy hair. A story forms in my mind, unfurls and blossoms. I watch it flower, excited, as I rinse and condition my hair. I soap and scrub my face and body, rinse, and step from the shower. As I reach for the towel, I realize the story is gone like a dream lost in morning sun.