Journey Of A Droplet
The water trickling down her back is soothing. It helps her forget (if not for an eternity then just for awhile) about Miranda. It helps ease the pain and release the tension that had been building up in her since the horrific events had begun.
It refreshes her and it puts her into a trance-like state. It cools her body and warms her heart. She closes her eyes.
The sponge is squeezed and releases more water onto her back to run down her skin. She focuses her mind on a single droplet as it makes its journey and seems to disappear. Another droplet. Another.
She runs her tongue across her lips, enjoying the feeling of the last of the water. She manages a smile.
None of it, though, is as relaxing as the feel of Mal's rough hands on her shoulders.