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went home one weekend to visit and to get lonely in the big scary world. I did not be-
away from the pressures of college for awhile. long in the loop any longer. Things would
never be the same again. My relationship
While at home, I eventually made a sojourn with my parents, with my sisters, and with
to the most blessed among toilets, the one in my high school friends would change dras-
my Toilet Room at home. I sat down and pro- tically because of the washcloth incident.
ceeded to sort out my thoughts, when I looked
over to the towel rack, not the talking Towel Now, I have grown up. No more will I be
family rack, but the one with our washcloths, free to frolic in the Toilet Room, eating "ice
mine and my sisters', on it. I saw the four wash- cream". No more will I have the time to give
cloths hanging in a row on the towel rack, but from my busy schedule to listen to Towel
mine was pushed off to the side apart from the Tales. My life has changed irrevocably be-
others, while my sisters' three washcloths hung cause of those washcloths, and I continue to
side by side touching intimately, as with con- evolve, thanks to the Toilet Room.
nection. My washcloth was off on its own,
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