bath water is going cold

The T-shirt (white) is the size of a short dress on their delicate frame. It falls just beneath their buttocks, offering a glimpse of the backs of their thighs - tenderly blue. They are wearing just the T-shirt. Bare feet against the sun-warmed floor, they dance to music that flows quietly through the room. When they lift their arms above their head, you glance the patch of dark curls at the juncture of their thighs. They are out of reach; untouchable. You can only watch.