I'm in the shower. I feel fan-fucking-tastic. Close my eyes, wash my hair, all of a sudden I'm dancing and I dont have any idea how long I've been dancing. Has it been seconds? Minutes? Years? I want to stop but I can't I've been taken over, posessed by some strange euphoria thats pulsing through me a mile a second.
Out of no where I feel like a giant. I am a giant bathing in the mountains under a waterfall and my shelves of shampoo and soap are just rock shelves and I'm half hidden by tall trees. Then I remember I'm afraid of heights and have a miny freak out because I can't be a giant if I'm afraid of heights. So I curse my Giant Parents and continue my shower in the mountains. More than a hundred feet high I am one with nature.
I'm still dancing. I am a Dancing Giant when I start to sing and wonder how I can sound so lovely and I should try out for American Idol or something.
I start to wonder how long I've been in the shower when I look at the time and realize its only been ten minutes and I have to go to Ashleys soon.
Showering high is the fucking tots.
