my drifting mind

today was cold and rainy, and as i have an awful bladder infection and was in so much pain, all i wanted to do was take a warm bath to ease my pain and take the chill off. as i sat back with the lights off and the filtered, gray light of the outdoors {which was actually rather dim} coming through the single window of my bathroom, i could see just enough to make out the reflection in the tub of everything that was in the room--the up side down window panes framed by simple long, white curtains that no longer seemed to hang. the suspended-from-the-ceiling {or was it mounted-to-the-floor?} plants that thrive in the morning sun and humid showers. the heavy miniature bird bath with its stone-like finish that seemed to have become weightless. the bottles of eucalyptus-spearmint body wash and lotion whose cylinder-shaped bodies lined the tiled ledge above the tub. the moss green towels that were merely a shade of gray in this light. everything looked better in the reflection than it did in reality. cleaner. simpler. prettier. softer. moodier. like i was in a bathroom not my own, rather a bathroom in some quiet, remote bed and breakfast inn somewhere in the deep green hills of scotland. it was all up side down. but it was better to me than the right side up version. better than the actual. it made me want to spin around so that the latter was on the bottom and scotland was on top... for reflection to be reality.