Johnny woke up, shivered, put on his robe over his sweats, got back got
back under the covers
and went to sleep. Two hours later, the alarm by the TV woke up a still
chilly Johnny Black.
Johnny turned on the shower and used the plug from the kitchen sink to fill
the bathtub up. He got in, turned
the water up till it was a little more than warm, then lay down under the
hot, pounding stream from
the shower head. The water always seemed to cool off by the time it hit the
tub -- maybe because of the
cool air in the room. Well, soon the room would warm up as it filled with
the hot water vapor pouring out
of the glass shower.
Johnny put his hands under his head and lay back all the way so the water
filled his ears. Now he heard
the shower hitting the water in the tub from underwater.
Everything seemed a
lot quieter now. Johnny felt
tired and dizzy and glad to be motionless, resting, quiet. Everything felt
perfect. The water landing was still
a little warm, but the water filling the tub was the perfect temperature.
Johnny couldn't think how he could
be happier -- maybe if he didn't have to go to work in an hour, but right
now that seemed a long way off.
Johnny closed his eyes and rested peacefully, slipping in and out of a half
dream of floating through warm
Suddenly, Johnny felt very cold. Something was wrong. He was no longer
tired, but he couldn't tell why.
As he opened his eyes, he became aware of the fact that the temperature
around him was much cooler
than it had been a moment ago -- not cold, but not the...