Part 49

Charlotte offered to help clean up the mess, but Sam wouldn't let her, ushering her upstairs into the bathroom for a shower, turning on the water for her before leaving her alone. Charlotte dropped her clothes to the floor and watched her rounding shape disappear as the mirror fogged over.

There are some days I wish I could just disappear. And stepping into the pulsating warm wash she imagined that as each soothing droplet splashing upon her, it erased tiny bit of her physical self. Until at the end all that could be left would be thought; no substance. She stood there allowing the back of her head and shoulders to disappear, then her ass before she turned around and sprayed the water full force in her face. Keeping her eyes closed so that as pure thought she'd still be able to see. She pictured her new self, a vaporous cloud with eyes. What will I need eyes for? The answer, "The better to see you with my dear," rumbled out of her throat.

She shook her spirited head and then washed away all physical sense of her legs and feet, and as she went to wash away her abdomen breasts she stopped. For the baby. Thoughts escaped for the baby. Dr. Houseman had been so worried about saving the mother, the wellbeing of the baby had been put on a back shelf. Now that she was stable, the tests would resume.

Warm, resounding choruses of, No Worries, filled her head. No worries, and then Bob Marley joined in with, "Every thing is going to be all right. Every thing is going to be all right. No worry no cry." It certainly was a more interesting place being a shower spirit.

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