Pretending there are frozen rivers

[squirmelia]

I laid in a bath filled with quivering ice-cubes tonight. Like lying on an iceberg, I tingled as they cracked. Breaking down, liquifying, they soaked my coat, clung to the curves of my back. Southampton's summer-time temporary frozen river dripped towards the plughole. Relaxing, but not quite the Charles River.

Comments

[electrodeserter.livejournal.com]

Wow, how long did it take you to make all those ice cubes?

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

I err.. bought the ice-cubes and didn't fill the bath that high really.

[electrodeserter.livejournal.com]

Aw, I had a mental (in all senses) image of you manufacturing vast quantities of them, filling the freezer to the brim with trays and trays of ice cubes. The idea of buying them didn't occur; what a thing it would be to have common sense. Wow, that sounds fantastic. You should do it again, and close your eyes and listen to a tape of outside river sounds and ice cracking or something on a walkman.

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

The sound of the ice cracking kept me awake that night.