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131. Retreat from the world
Unlike my counterpart, I am not being sarcastic when I say that my favorite retreat from the world is a hot bubble bath. From the moment I turn on the taps and the bathroom begins to fill with steam, I can feel myself starting to relax and unburden myself of the day's woes. As I sit on the edge of the tub and trickle bubble bath under the rushing water, I can't help smiling when the foam begins to appear. I trail my fingers through it, dipping in further to test the temperature of the water, adjusting the faucets accordingly and fine tuning until everything is perfect.
The part I enjoy the most comes next, when I stand and let my robe slip from my shoulders. It's almost as if I'm sloughing off my worries and tension, even if it's only for that moment in time. I stand free and ready to step into the warm embrace of the water.
When I lower myself into the water, I invariably sigh (though it's more of a moan, I've been told) and allow the soothing, scented comfort to pull me down. Every inch of me releases its tension, the heat of the water drawing it out of me, caressing me from head to toe like a much beloved paramour. I gather some bubbles in my hand, smoothing them over my arms and my legs. My hand slips under the water to lazily map the contours of my body until I'm left a sleepy, sated picture of pure bliss.
Mulder and I are currently staying in a hotel without tubs in the bathrooms. I'm extremely sad.
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The part I enjoy the most comes next, when I stand and let my robe slip from my shoulders. It's almost as if I'm sloughing off my worries and tension, even if it's only for that moment in time. I stand free and ready to step into the warm embrace of the water.
When I lower myself into the water, I invariably sigh (though it's more of a moan, I've been told) and allow the soothing, scented comfort to pull me down. Every inch of me releases its tension, the heat of the water drawing it out of me, caressing me from head to toe like a much beloved paramour. I gather some bubbles in my hand, smoothing them over my arms and my legs. My hand slips under the water to lazily map the contours of my body until I'm left a sleepy, sated picture of pure bliss.
Mulder and I are currently staying in a hotel without tubs in the bathrooms. I'm extremely sad.
274 words