
I’m hovering over a looming, thick, green, would-we-call-it-a-tentacle? that I’ve suctioned to the bottom of my bath And… look, I’m not sure if I’m ready for this.
It (whatever it is) has eyes, and they’re looking at me, rather judgmentally. It says, ‘you’re not ready, you can’t take this… girth.’ It’s right. I retreat. But, I’m intrigued.