Play.
Louis Armstrong
Fast forward.
Nat King Cole.
Pause.
Both came swirling out of her stereo to the side of her bathtub. Both sent her imagination reaching far beyond the four walls containing her in her bathroom.
Play.
Billie Holiday.
Physically, she was in her bathroom. Imaginatively speaking, she was in Italy, floating down a river,next to a shore with white lights strung through trees, sparkling as bright as the stars above.
Stop.
On the shore were Aretha Franklin and Bud Powell along with many others playing a private show for her.
Play
Sam Cooke
Her boat floated lazily down the river with wind kissing her cheeks and the lapping at the boat, pushing it that much farther down and into her imagination all the way back into her bathroom where the four walls enclosed and entrap her memory once again.
Stop
The water drew cold chills up her spine and her skin shriveled as if trying to wring water out of itself. She let up the drain and pulled a warm towel close to her shivering body.
Unplug