Fifth floor bathroom, Saturday around noon

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia woke up without, you know, waking up. Not completely, anyway. She grabbed her towel and toiletries, stumbled into the bathroom, and started taking a shower.

She never used to be the sort to sing in the shower, but, well, when the full orchestra started swelling, who could help themselves?


Where do I go
Follow the river
Where do I go
Follow the gulls

Where is the something
Where is the someone
That tells me why I live and die

Where do I go
Follow the children
Where do I go
Follow their smiles

Is there an answer
In their sweet faces
That tells me why I live and die

Follow the wind song
Follow the thunder
Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes

Down to the gutter
Up to the glitter
Into the city
Where the truth lies

Where do I go
Follow my heartbeat
Where do I go
Follow my hand

Where will they lead me
And will I ever
Discover why I live and die

Why do I live
Why do I die
Tell my why
Tell me where
Tell my why
Tell me why

As the music died out, Nadia blinked while standing under the stream of hot water.

What the hell was that?