You sat down, in a chair. There was water on the floor. The ceiling leaks with water from next door. The cats are calling you back to the facet. To open up and let it come back from a mere drip. The water flows and you are released in air, into sky. Fluid music rings the air, the couch is soft. You lay there, passed from the tired lungs of tonight. What a fight, a life. There is one thing left to do, return to the floor. Wind whistle, chimes. The screen gets dark and fades. and fades.