the water. (Patreon)

The water holds me in a warm, liquid embrace, heat sinking slowly into skin and muscles. Foam drifts lazily across my body, soft and weightless, brushing shoulders, collarbone, the curve of my waist. Each tiny bubble dissolves at a touch, leaving behind a faint shimmer and the quiet pleasure of being cared for. Time loosens here, reduced to breath, warmth, and the gentle caress of water that asks nothing but presence.