hydromancy

She was on the floor laughing by the time I got there after hearing that ridiculous thump. Bubbles foamed from the washing machine, glued to each other, glued to her. I watched her hand rise and fall, then grasp her chest in efforts to maintain composure. But she didn't. Her laughs spilled as the bubbles did, everywhere. I lifted the machine lid only to find water and more bubbles brewing before I stopped the cycle. Carefully I slid next to her, feeling her breath as she took my hand. I saw my soul in her glance and faint smirk. As she shrugged her shoulders I wondered what kind of magic this was.