Too Much
Epiphany left and I was alone in the steam room. I soaked in the quiet and the warmth, my eyes closed and my mind clear.
“Oh, how I
needed this,” I said to the wall.
Time passed. I stood to leave and sat back down immediately,
my head swimming. I thought I was going to pass out, maybe die.
“Great,” I said. “They’ll find me tomorrow morning, all the
fluids sweated out me, laying on the steam room floor like a giant slice of
pasty jerky.”
Without standing up, I slid across the bench until I was
sitting next to the door. I opened the door and let the cool air revive me.
Feeling shaky, I stood up and stepped outside the steam
room, steadying myself on a railing. The
clock on the wall said I’d been in the steam room much longer than was healthy.
“Too much of a anything,” I muttered to myself, “is never
good for you. Too much food, too much exercise, too much work, can bite you.”
Today I’ll avoid too much of anything.
Fawlty Showers 2
is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you
might know is purely coincidental.
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