Bathing

You've been here too long; even your dreams are whitewashed. The only oddity of this room are the pin-sized holes spread uniformly across the floor. You feel them on your bare feet, sucking against your soles.

It's getting harder for you to stand. Your shoulders slump and your head lolls. You feel like you could just lie down and melt through the floor. You feel that you're already dripping through the holes.

You panic, looking for somewhere solid, but unable to see anywhere to put your dissolving body. You're starting to sweat, which only makes you melt faster. You're about to give up all hope when finally you see Amanda, beaming with the same pride as when you last saw her.

You run to her, losing parts of yourself in your dash. She spreads her arms for you, and you stumble into her embrace. She pets your hair, her hand turns black at contact, and soothes you. She does nothing to help you. You cling to her shoulders, trying to hoist yourself into the safety of her bosom, but the strain on your arms pops them in a shower of flesh. Unable to hold on, you slip down Amanda's body. Every attempt to catch yourself on the contours of her body only licks off layers while the rest falls.

"I'm so proud of you." Amanda smiles down at you, her skin mottled black and brown. The splotches of your goo slide down her body as if they were being washed off in a shower.

You beg her to help, but get none. Soon, your screams are silenced as your throat bubbles out of your mouth. You can't tell if your eyes are blurred by tears or if they too are slipping down the drain. You can't tell when the last of you has sunk away.

You feel yourself drip into some other liquid. The searing heat of it spreads through you as you splash in. You catch a glimpse through your liquefied eye; you're falling into a tub. It's not filled with water, it's something you don't recognize. Your body drips into the pool and disperses in the larger body. Soon, your eye does as well.

You lose track of yourself as you mix. Your fear disperses; it feels so meager now. In its place are unfamiliar feelings. You feel like your driving yourself to boil with power you've never known but now feels so innate. You feel something like hunger.

Amanda enters; you know it through unknown sensations. Your hunger grows in her presence. You want her. You demand that she come to you. You boil and thrash in her absence, screaming louder, commanding her to come.

You feel her test the waters with a toe; you have no time for her teasing. You take hold of her and pull her into the bath where you envelope her in your torrential body. She sputters and gasps for breath, but only fills her lungs with your brine. Being inside her is divine; you need to fill her more. You surge into her. Her screams only make you hotter till she too melts.