It was a question of touch and light. I was unaware at first, or perhaps absentmindedly disregarding the fact that I did feel something brush against my leg as I was in Downtime. The darkness too, was contaminated, broken by a rather subdued milky light that seemed to strobe over my eyelids. Was it warm this light or was the brushing against my leg where I felt the warmth? As both were unusual and simultaneous I surmised that they were of the same origin. The brushing continued however faintly and I confess that it felt good. I liked it. I felt for sure now the warmth coming from the brushing, wiping. So warm it was, I urinated a steady stream of relief, pleasure I am not entirely sure of the difference only that I wanted the brushing to continue and I felt my face beaming in the strange opaque glow. Yes it too was warm like a bath and it was only at this point that I became aware of the fact that I myself was beaming, smiling stretching my lips without understanding, caring or knowing why. It was beautiful. This was beautiful. And then the darkness shrouded my eyes and the coolness of the circular air returned and I must have gone back to sleep.
