I lay in the bath, completely still, my arms floating next to my body. Toes above the surface. I held my breath, hoping that time would take a break, but my heartbeat kept touching the water.

Thoughts streamed through my mind, and I wondered whether I befouled the water with them. They say water washes off your sins.

I live without laws. Therefore, I do not sin.

I lifted my hands, and looked at my trembling fingers. The water had wrinkled my fingertips. Was I really changing?