peice of writing from 18th o this month

I set the effects dial to ‘full spectrum’ and began to undress.
The water came out slow at first, the colours as soft and faded as the memories of last nite’s dreams.
Sliding down the porcelain and into the tub below, the colours seemed to breathe, and, with each breath they drew, I noticed, livelier and stronger tones began to replace the old pastel.
Each colour would begin to merge into another, but would just as quickly retract.
Flirting and curious, they happily played together, and I watched on, smiling at the theatre in my bathroom.
Standing there naked, it seemed almost enough to bathe in the dense field of translucent energy beads to which the warm colour seemed to have given birth.
With an elbow in each hand, I stepped into the bath.

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