She drew a steaming bath, lit some candles.
Classical music streamed from the tiny black radio.
She undressed, and stepped gingerly into the water.
Slowly, she slid back into the warm wetness.
The water rose up very close to the top of the bathtub.
She sunk deeper and deeper into the depths, releasing all of the energy from the day.
I like the way her hair swirls under water.
Air bubbles swam their way around her body up to the surface, leaving tiny ripples.
She smiled as she listened to the sliding sound they made as tiny bubbles escaped her ears.
Within only minutes, she was dreaming, swimming in an ocean, dancing in the moonlight.
She was flying across the country, waving a magic wand and granting wishes.
Undetectable salooops of sound waves were amplified as she wiggled her fingers in a fan across her belly.
After a few minutes, she straightened her legs and pushed herself upwards.
A gasp for air, she let in a full gulp air, exhaling microscopic droplets of moisture.
She gently leaned back with her neck resting against the hard cold porcelain of the tub.
She looked at her fingers, she investigated her toes.
She touched her sticky soft skin from her neck to her thighs.
She laid there and let go.
The concerto on the radio was Bach.
The water was just the right temperature.
The look on her face was bliss.
One Response to “A cleanse”
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January 14th, 2008 at 2:25 pm
I love baths too : )