A Damp Gathering

I seeped slowly across the cool porcelain tiles toward the dark hollow beneath the sink. A heavy condensation drip fell onto my head with a hollow thud. I paused, letting the moisture soak deep into my crusted folds. Right beside the pipe clamp lay an oxidized iron bolt, flakey and orange with corrosion. Instead of stepping around it, I pressed my heavy, sludge-textured body down against the metal, savoring its gritty chill until the bolt was completely enveloped within my damp bulk.