I sat in the tub and counted the square tiles around me.
Then, I imagined they were pixels on a screen, and I filled them in to make various low-resolution images.
The easiest was a pair of eyes and a smile. I named him Mr. Tile.
“Hello, Mr. Tile,” I said. “I’m enjoying my bath very much.”
Mr. Tile said nothing.
So, I closed my eyes and took a nap.
When I woke up, Mr. Tile was gone.
So was the bathroom. And my house.
Did a tornado hit? Did the place burn down?
Sadly, I couldn’t ask Mr. Tile.