It is light, so light, and you can think of nothing else but life so bright it's almost blinding. There are sensations you need (love, and joy, and the tingling of skin, and your bare skin against his) and it is through those that you live. You focus on these, focusing so hard that sometimes you forget the other things. Are they important? This is the end of all things, the beginning of them, and you found your entire existence not just with these words in mind, but with them in heart.
It is now that you wake up, and you finally learn to see. Your eyes are focused, your heart pulses, and its cadence matches your music, and you find your beat, your violins and your cellos and your horns and clarinets. They rise up and so do you, and you feel alive for the first time since that certain event (since you grew up, since you hated your parents, since you left home, since you got your first job).
It is the water, and it follows the music, and it cleanses you until you are newborn and absolute, with your skin white and as smooth as redwood polished pure.