In Delirium: Exponent

The hot water jetted from the bathroom faucet, swirling in steam, bubbling at the depressed plunger below and sprinkling the mirror and marble counter with drops of mist.

_Pass the toothbrush from the left-hand side._

“I’ll/you’ll/we’ll rinse it in between,” they told each other.

“There’s no reason to spread my/your/our germs to me/you/us.”

_Good hygiene is important_, Isaiahs thought, _no matter how many of us there are._

Moments later, with four fresh sets of teeth, the Isaiah quartet parts ways. A pair of Isaiahs slowly meander to their bedroom; the other Isaiahs stay at the bathroom mirror, hidden at the edge, near the door.

“What am I/you gonna wear?”

_Black and blue seems fitting._

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Isaiahs looked down at the two t-shirts sprawled out on their bedroom floor; one black, one blue, both being done up with their mother’s white fabric-paint. At each shirt's center was an exponentiation; a large uppercase “I” with a smaller superscript of “u”.

"I TO THE POWER OF U!" Isaiahs shout as one.