Rabid Psychosis

I had decided to take a bath. I plugged up the drain with a pair of blue latex gloves because I couldn't find the stopper. I adjusted the water temperature and sat in the tub. I took notice as the water rose up around me. When it had reached maximum capacity I turned off the water and slid my bottom forward, allowing me to lie back with my head perfectly resting on the lip of the tub. I stared up at the ceiling through the oval above me created by the surrounding shower curtains. I slid down so my mouth was under the water but I could still breathe through my nose. With each breath I felt an enormous amount of pressure on my chest. It was like I was leagues instead of inches under water. I couldn't help but think of that song Red Water by Rehab.

"...And he was layin
in an overflowing bathtub of red water..."

I moved my hands through the water, touching every molecule, feeling the heat.

"...The first and the last time he ever relaxed."

I closed my eyes and focused on how uncomfortable the heat was becoming. It felt like I was sweating under the water.

"... And they said, he had a smile on his face,
his final offer. The steam on the mirror said 'I got one more thing to say'..."

It was getting hard to breathe so I sat up and pulled the gloves out of the drain. I turned on the cold water, adjusted it to just under luke warm and turned on the shower while I sat in the hot bathwater. It shocked me at first, but it was relieving. I stood up and felt dizzy and weak, and my stomach hurt. I washed my hair while the water drained, rinsed off the stagnancy of the bath, and went downstairs.