Lavender Wires

I stood in the quiet of the bathroom, counting the cracking yellow and white tiles stacked upon each other, a labyrinth of boxes. I imagined each tile containing a factor of my life, each box dull and fading with time and cigarette smoke. Each factor as uncertain as last, piled and piled on top of each other in flat, neat layers. They looked so still, like they would never move or change. I made a point to step on as many of them as I could.