Make the mundane original: an ice cold glass of...

What if the blood that coursed through our veins was not red but clear, like water, and what if Dasani bottles contained a thick crimson liquid, like blood? What if the showers we cleaned ourselves in were blood-splattered? What if mother's smiled and laughed with their children that splished-n-splashed in kiddy pools of warm blood--dunking their heads under the dark liquid? What if we surfed in AB negative waves and each cutback sprayed the person paddling out like a seagull in oil? What if sprinklers squirted 98 degree liquid onto the grass of the football field where players drank bottles of Gatorade with only one flavor: Berry Blood. What if after a restless night with a sore throat the first sip of ice cold water you drank in the morning was a thick glass of metallic-tasting blood dripping down your esophagus? Would we view water with a different undertone? Would we treat water as a life source? Would water become an image of life and death? Would we treat water better than we do now?