WATER AND TILES

I've been thinking. I'm dead drunk. I think I know, now. I'm writing it all down. I think I won't forget, maybe. So I stare at it, hard. I thought I've had it in my head, though hazy. So I glare at you, hard.

You don't glare back.

The sound of dripping water should have drowned me. Instead, I'm drained.