So, I was at a swim meet all weekend, and now I'm exhausted, and I'm SO sorry I didn't update!
Water
Her finger is cut; she's nicked it on her father's razor blade because she hasn't figured out exactly what a razor is for yet.
She holds it under the tap, the cold just numbing the pain in her thumb.
The water fascinates her, whirling down the drain with swirls of blood, almost calming in its motion. The color, strangely, matches her hair.
She'll remember the sight twenty years later, washing someone else's blood from her forearms.
Reference: There isn't one. I'm about to collapse, and I decided, that, since my fatigue is due to the water, I'm not going to give it the honor of a good literary reference. Sorry, guys. They will be back in the nest one, I promise. Good night.