[ WP ] The running faucet

The water rushed out of the faucet, and onto my feet. The pressure of the water on the top of my foot as it came crashing down enveloping my body. I was sinking. Not cold, but warmth encircling me. The water flowing endlessly out of that small hole. The pounding sound of the water resonating in my ears drowning out the noises outside. 
 
 I lost track of time staring at it. The gleaming metal reflecting my weariness as water droplets bounced off my toes. I almost drifted off a couple times. The rhythmic sound began to lull me to sleep several times, but I resisted its sweet pull. If I didn ’ t resist, then that would be the end of it. I wouldn ’ t be able to do what I needed to do anymore. There was only one purpose left to me. 
 
 So noisy. 
 
 This was for the best. Why couldn ’ t he understand that? Why did he want to stop me? He had driven me to this. Without me he would be happy. He had told me so once. The cruelty of those words hurt almost as much as the punishment. There was no smile when he struck me, but there was with those words. The child, our child, would be happier too. To grow up in a happy family with a happy parent. 
 
 The tub was beginning to fill up. I threw the pills in my mouth, and threw back some wine prepared for the long sleep. The door broke open, and my husband stormed in. Why did he stop me? It would have been better. They would have been happy. I would have been happy. 
 
 Edit: Tried to get rid of thought verbs.
