Bathroom Counter

As a child, my most favorite spot to sit was the bathroom counter.

A glimpse of excitement surges as I heave my weight up on the petite cold marble counter and for a whisper of a second, I was weightless and free… satisfaction.

It’s not proper, not lady-like, not allowed… in time, the bathroom was a space of pain.

Here and now… the cold black concrete bathroom counter is inviting, “I’ll give you space to do a 360-bum spin”, and the vast mirror winks… “I see your lost forgotten innocence”.

As an adult, my most favorite spot to sit is the bathroom counter.

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