Inhale.Splash.Exhale.Splish.The echo of the water as it slams into porcelain reaches her across the great expanse of mustard yellow. Each drop that lands chips away at her sanity.Perhaps if it were rhythmic she wouldn’t be so irritated.Inhale.Splash.Exhale.Splish splash splish.Inhale.Splash splish.Exhale.Inhale.Splash.Exhale.Water never seems to stop. She can think of nothing as tediously unrelenting...

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