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Hot Bath
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Hot Bath First of all, sorry I haven't blogged in awhile. I've been focusing on Real Life and work has been crazy. Friday sucked. I don't like going directly home from work at the end of the day. It's the weekend dammit, and the spinster and cat dealie just makes me depressed. I had plans to see Zombieland with a friend after work, so all was going well. Unfortunately, after hanging out an hour and a half and eating some yukky fast food, he called to cancel. He works remotely, and something had come up for work, so he had to stay and finish up. So, I headed home with my fast food stomachache, wondering what the hell I was going to do with the night. Then, it dawned on me...a hot bath. I haven't had a bath for, literally, years. I love baths, but there is never the time...um...no...it's really that the modern bathtub is not meant for actually taking baths. It's WAY too small for the average American, especially someone like me. I'm a bit tall and a bit more, erm...fluffy. Nonetheless, I wanted a hot bath. When I got home, I gave the tub a scrubbing bubbles treatment and unearthed the collection of Lush bath ballistics from the back of the linen closet. I brought the CD player/alarm clock into the bathroom and perched it on a chair in the corner and scrambled to find my Sensual Classics CD. My waterfall fountain gurgled on the counter. I started to fill the tub with water that was just not quite too hot and crumbled a delicately scented<b> bubble bath </font></b>tablet under the spigot. I found my bath pillow and lit two lilac and one sandalwood candles. Their scent melded with the steam rising from the tub, and I turned out the lights. I lowered myself into the water as the next track of my Sensual Classics CD began...Chopin, I believe. The bubbles rose up to meet me as I rested my head on the pillow. The toasty water covered my arms, torso, and hips. My knees rose out of the water and I lowered them to one side, then the other. Breathing deeply and settling into the warmth, I closed my eyes. There was a cobalt blue glass of pino grigio on the side of the tub and it's cool, sweet tartness covering my tongue and sliding down my throat was a lovely contrast to the heat of the steam surrounding me. I opened my eyes and looked down at my leg rising out of the water, covered in tufts of scented bubbles and watched the steam rising from my skin in the candlelight. Moving my arms slightly under the water, I pushed waves of water and bubbles over the parts of me that could not submerge in the shallow tub. I alternated sipping wine, soaking, and watching steam rise through the flickering light. When my fingertips turned pruny, I knew it the bath was ending. There was no bar of soap, no washcloth, no shampoo...this was all about relaxation and decadence. I rose from the water and unplugged the tub. Using the handheld shower head, I rinsed the bubbles from my skin...then grabbed my thickest, fluffiest towel and dried off. I wrapped myself in my favorite teal satin robe and laid down on the bed. That's how it ended. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....  |
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