Acid Minded

I hate winter.

It was a dark and stormy night. No…Scratch that.

It was a boorish winter morning. Last night’s snow was slowly melting away under the assault of a depressingly gentle rain. It was the kind of morning that made your crappy single sized bed feel like the lush cushions of a Persian harem (the number of concubines in the harem varying according to the number of degrees below zero).

The only thing to look forward to is the warm shower that you know is just waiting for you a few feet away. But the second those sheets leave your feet, you suddenly realise that this heavenly pleasure is fiercely guarded by the bittingly cold air which has invaded the room while you slept.

Such was my predicament.

So, after debating the pros and cons of staying within my Persian Harem and missing classes for the third time that week, i decided against it and slowly inched off those blessed sheets, exposing my frail body to the failures of central heating. Verbally cursing earth’s drunken axis, I then sprinted to the bathroom and wrenched the shower’s hot water knob open. Soon the room filled with warm, delicious steam.

Oh Steam!

You Wonderful, divine creation! You loving creature of energetic water molecules bouncing off my skin and leaving behind a thin jacket of hot sweat. Take me into your loving embrace! Make me forget that soon i’ll have to journey outside, where no amount of silly looking clothes will make me feel like i do now!

The pleasant memory of the shower and steam bath on my mind, i quickly bundle up and head outside. And as the wind slaps me hello, i find myself thinking of the many tiny unborn children, hidden in the warm and cozy folds of their mother’s wombs, naked and oblivious.

Lucky Bastards.