The toilet bowl water looks a little different to me tonight, in the glow of the nightlight. Not in the bowl, obviously. It’s not big enough for one thing, and it’s also a toilet after all. But something about how the light shined on the water just right, showing dark narrow lines where the ripples cast cutting shadows down from the surface to the porcelain not far below. These lines danced in a way that gave the words blue and aqueous new meanings in my mind. It was the type of water that should have a beautiful woman swimming in it. I wanted to be swimming, myself, in that moment. I have never before seen toilet bowl water that looked so nice and inviting.