Dazed

I had no memory of reentering my home. I awoke in the bounds of my room. On the floor. In wet clothes. I was dazed, perhaps even confused.

I pushed myself up into the position of sitting upright, my body seemed weak.

“You’re awake?” He questioned. I turned to look at him, he was lying in my bed.

“...” I didn’t say anything.

“Wanna take a bath?” He began to get up.

“...” I didn’t say anything.

“...” He didn’t say anything while walking towards me.

“...” I didn’t say anything.

He stood before me. Lightheaded, I turned my gaze towards him. I couldn’t see him. Was I not wearing my glasses? My arms felt too heavy to lift, I couldn’t check.

“...” I didn’t say anything.

In a sudden movement he reached his arm out toward me, well... his hand really... I just looked at it. My arm was too heavy to lift.

“...” He didn’t say anything.

He remained there, with his arm outstretched. Sitting up had taken a lot out of me... I wanted to lie down... but my clothes... they were damp... it didn’t feel nice.

“... come on...” He spoke quietly.

I didn’t know what to do... I wanted to bathe...

“... Come on.” His voice grew louder.

I continued looking at him. Was he angry? I couldn’t tell.

“Come on.” His voice was firm, maybe even agitated.

The dampness of my clothes... it made me cold. I didn’t like it.

“...” He didn’t say anything.

Perhaps his face was growing impatient? Had he furrowed his brow? Had his mouth formed into a scowl? I couldn’t tell.

“Come on.” His voice angrier than last.

Was he a person of impatient nature? I had never thought that of him, perhaps it never came up. I couldn’t remember.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HURRY UP!” He yelled, very loudly.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up (rather harshly). I was unsteady while standing, noticing this, he used one hand to hold mine and his other arm was placed around my waist. I hadn’t thought of it recently... but he was very short.

He guided me to the bathroom; his touch was gentler now.

He brought me to the bathtub.

“Can you get in?” He asked.

I lifted my leg up, it felt heavy. I placed one foot inside the tub, then the other. I stood in the tub.

“Oh, wait.” He seemed to have remembered something.

He began removing my clothes, their damp qualities aided in them sticking to my skin. He pulled my pants down... and my underwear... and my shirt...

“Sit.”

I sat.

He turned on the water, it was cold as it flowed into the tub. I flinched as it grazed my foot.

“... sorry...” He mumbled

Once the water was sufficiently warm, he put the stopper in. The bathtub began to fill with water. I would be submerged... in warm water...

He reached to turn the water off. Wasn’t the tub a little empty? Shouldn’t he have allowed more water in?

He stepped.

He stepped into the tub as well.