The best thing about getting a bath is feeling the water drain around me. I grow slowly colder until the last drop of warmth is sucked away. If it stayed warm, I would never leave. I would make my bath into my bed. I’d probably drown. But it would be a cozy drowning. I threw weird bath salts in the tub tonight and I think they had rosemary mixed with the lavender. I wonder if I would make a good broth?