It began as a story.
It was someone else’s goat.
Keeping the laughter alive.
Cold water in the shower.
Laughter for the pourer, not the pouree.
There you were, happily scrubbing away, talking about your upcoming day.
The idea was so tempting.
Please forgive me for making your scream like a little girl.
It was quite funny.
(I am going to take my shower when you are not around for now.)