The god in the bathroom.

I awake one night and leave my lovers side to get a drink. I leave the warmth only to come upon a god sitting on a toothbrush in my bathroom.
“What’s your poison there, skinny?” are the first words he says.
“I’m just here for a drink of water, my friend.” I lean over him and start to fill the plastic next to him. “Would you care for one?”
He hops off the toothbrush, strolls along the porcelain, doing his best Napoleon impression.
“That I will, my friend.” He puts out a hand in anticipation.
I pour him a shot glass full of water. The reason why I keep forgetting these glasses in the sink is now evident and he accepts the glass as I drop down to the tiles. I lean into the cool wall as he sits down on the sink edge, sipping on the water.
“That girl?” His voice now appears a little gruff.
“The one in the bed?” I tilt my head in the direction and he nods.
“Is it worth it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is all the crap, all the yelling, all the screaming, all the false conclusions? Is that worth it?” His hands swing in arcs of silver, gesturing his passion.

I take a second to breathe it all in.

I take another sip of the water.

“No.”
“No?”
“No, it’s worth it for the sex.” I look him square in the eye, before breaking off to start laughing.
He, the god who would be man, looks over me, takes another sip then starts smiling.
“Laugh man, if you can’t laugh you’ll just get all stressed out.” I smile up at him.
He chuckles then leans back and refills his glass from the tap.
“You might have a point my friend.”

“Ask me the question again.”
He keeps chuckling.
“Alright my friend, is it worth it?”
“Yes.”

“Are you…”
“Yes.”

“What…”
“Yes.”

“You’re…”
“Absolutely.”

“…not…”
“Affirmative.”

“…even letting…”
“Can’t say yes more.”

“…me ask a question?”
“Okay, before you do, let me answer. For me, it’s worth it. That girl out there is worth it all, but for you, you’re asking me all the questions. But I think you know the answer. You want me to question myself? What’s your story?”
He pauses and looks at me.
“I’m just out thinking. I needed some space, my friend.”
“My bathroom isn’t too spacious. ”
“It’s enough.”

I take another drink, my watch glowing as my hands lift up and down.

“The guitarists good.” Looking at the musician sitting on the toilet.
“Yeah. I only got the guitarist though. The drummers don’t like the baths.” He turns to me and looks over, his short legs swinging in the light breeze from the beach out the window.
“They’ll handle it. They’re drummers.” I stand up face the sink and mirror.
“How did you get to know all this?” He questions.
I finish my drink and put it up behind him. I turn away and start walking back to bed.
“I think that’s because this is my dream.”

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