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Going through my files, I came across two lined yellow sheets stabled together with a story on it that I'd written, stream-of-consciousness, sometime in high school or college. More evidence that for a while I was sky high on something – probably life.
"I'm out of soap!" I exclaimed to myself in particular. Standing in nothing but my bath robes, I looked at the tiny disk of light green that had once been a mighty anti-bacteriating man among soaps.
Not pausing to even clear my waiting shampoo and washcloth from the public shower, I rushed to my room, threw back the closet door, and immediately gnawed through the nearest plastic packaging I could find with my teeth. "Success!" I sputtered through the gobs of molten plastic in my mouth – for I had chewed that quickly. I pulled an individually-wrapped bar of dove. Or Dove, that is. This was certainly bird-free.
I carefully raised one flap of the wrapper, but before I could finish, my eyes were filled with light, rainbows, butterflies, and sugar-plum fairies. I screamed in pain as I attempted to claw out each and every one of the invaders, and was relieved when I had, for I was able to experience the other five senses once more. (Pain is a sense, darn it!)
I looked in my hand. Dove Co. hadn't sold me soap. What I held was pure love. I rubbed it all over my body and jumped into the shower to rinse it off. I'd never been so clean in all my life.
Posted Feb 07, 2010, in the afternoon.