The ripple of laughter

Two women lay on a bed, their fingers gently swirling in a small pool of water that had formed on the mattress. The room was filled with soft sunlight filtering through gauzy curtains, creating an ethereal atmosphere. They laughed softly as they splashed around, their voices echoing in the quiet space. The water slowly began to absorb their joy, darkening as it did so. Yet, despite the changing color, their laughter remained pure and unbroken.