Adam in the Bathroom

My teeth feel week and suddenly I can see that it’s not them, it’s me. The cars crash on the street outside and I, I am here, on the fifth storey with the blinds drawn, clock blinking like a traffic light. On the floor in the bathroom being tossed from one end of the tub to the other.
My hands slipped, water like oil, tears like wine, I let it hit me. I let me go.