Glass of water

Hands grasp

A glass

Fingers turn the nob

Water

Cold

Fresh

gushes from the faucet

Thrust cup under the stream

fingers tense as the cup grows in weight

just in time, you pull it away

turn off the faucet

sit

and

enjoy

the cold water

from the glass

as your tired fingers

no longer need to be tense

The End

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