I'm watching. Steam rising, in little curls like cigarette smoke. I'm watching. As my toes unselfconsciously dance to the rhythm of the bobbing water. I move my body a little and make a wave and as I move, the water tries to pull me back and I notice I am heavy, as heavy as can be. I lie there in silence, bar the occasional drip from the tap and an intermittent gurgle from the holes that sit underneath the taps, seemingly challenging me to tell them to be quiet.