Solid wood beneath me. Stubborn in its form. My being, blanketed by the humming of electricity and the soft laughter of other humans becoming. feeling. matter.
Soft purr of sandals sliding on the surface of a lightly course floor. Bottles and tin emit laughter as they experience one another’s space, spinning into a place chosen for them. A steam rises, water pours, a circular vibration enters my ears. It calms me. It’s delightful. It’s refreshing.
Where am I?