It's late, but I have to have a shower. Just wash this day off my skin.
Adjusting the temperature, I climb under the water. I lean forward letting the water caress my skin. My eyes drift closed and she's there.
The water becomes her hands running over my back. Her arms encircle my waist and trace the muscles of my chest.
Opening my eyes ends the dream. Her hands become the water again and I am alone.
"Faith?" I know she's not here, but I call her anyway. After what I've done she'll never be here, but I can dream.
