I was living in a beach house that had been neglected for some time, and was in a state of disrepair. Feeling guilty about my very existence, I knew I was being monitored by unseen and ill-intentioned forces. I felt like I was living in a prison, even though I could freely move about.
Covered in dirt and grime, I needed a shower. The bathroom was made entirely of concrete, including the toilet, sink, and shower. I got in the shower and vigorously scrubbed my groin. I scrubbed so hard that my penis fell off. I tried to grab it to put it back on, but it got washed down the drain. Oh well. Didn't need it anyway.
I continued cleaning myself, but then the shower stream died down to just a trickle, then it died completely. Still covered in lather, I got out of the shower to check the house's plumbing. I tore down walls and demolished floors to see if I could find a leak. Unsuccessful in finding the cause of the shower problem, I gave up and went outside to the beach and rinsed off in the ocean.
A little ways down the shore, I saw a mysterious brunette woman bathing in the ocean. There were pink and purple flower petals perpetually floating around her, and she was in a state of bliss and ecstasy, pleasuring herself as she sensually bathed.
She looked over at me, smiled warmly, and beckoned for me to come to her. I swam to her, and we gazed at each other, our souls connecting. She turned her bare back to me, and I washed her back. She pressed up against me, our naked bodies shimmering in the sea, surrounded by floating pastel petals.
Wanting to remember this beauty forever, I decided to go find a camera. I got out of the water and went to my beach house to get dressed. All I could find were orange jail jumpsuits in my closet. I chose one, got dressed, and walked up the road to the nearby coastal town.
The town was perched on the edge of a cliff, overlooking an exotic bay. Lush, tropical plants surrounded quaint pastel-colored shops and houses, with streets made of colorful cobblestone.
Wandering the streets in my jail jumpsuit, I became the recipient of judgmental looks and scowls. I was guilty of existing. I came to a fork in the road, with one road angling downhill toward the shoreline. I found a small camera shop that was at the bottom of the cliff. The shop only had a few items sitting on mostly empty shelves. On one shelf was an odd-looking turquoise camera, which I bought.
I wandered the streets, taking pictures of random liminal spaces, plants, and buildings. It was now evening, and it was getting dark. So, I hurried back to the bathing brunette, who was still waiting for me. I took pictures of the beauty, capturing the natural beauty of her smiling spirit.
Then I woke up. THE END.