The Secret of Spring

It was still early when Herb got home, but it had been a full day just the same. All he wanted to do was kick off his shoes, have a drink, and take a nice hot shower. He went into the kitchenette and took down a bottle of distilled water, pouring a small amount into his glass. To that he added a dash of watercress and mint, stirring it with a celery stick. He then carried the concoction back into the combined bed and living room, flopped down on the bed, and sipped. Was this how it was going to be for the rest of his life?

"Oh," Spring squeals, bursting into the room from the shower stall. She hadn't heard him come in and was attired only in a small towel, which now fell to the floor in her surprise.

Herb was surprised too. Who was this vision? He knew it must be a vision. She wasn't even green like a real girl.